Rita stumbled out of the farmhouse, the bitter taste of betrayal lingering in her mouth. The cool evening breeze kissed her tear-streaked face, but it offered no comfort. Her heart was shattered, and her mind was a chaotic whirlpool of emotions. The world she had sacrificed everything for had turned its back on her, leaving her alone in the dark.
She walked aimlessly, her heels digging into the dirt road as the sound of distant laughter from the house echoed behind her. Her mother-in-law, Linet, and even James, now all strangers to her. Rita clenched her fists, trying to suppress the sobs rising in her throat. She wouldn’t cry for them, not anymore.
The small bar at the edge of town came into view. Its dim neon sign flickered faintly, barely illuminating the cracked walls and rusted door. Rita had never set foot in such a place before, but tonight, she didn’t care. She just needed something—anything—to numb the pain.
Inside, the bar was dimly lit and crowded with locals. The smell of alcohol and cigarette smoke hung heavy in the air. Heads turned as Rita stepped in, her disheveled appearance and tear-stained face drawing curious glances. She ignored them all, heading straight to the counter.
“What’ll it be, ma’am?” the bartender asked, his rough voice matching the grimy atmosphere.
“Something strong,” Rita muttered. “I don’t care what.”
He nodded and poured her a shot of whiskey, sliding the glass across the counter. Rita downed it without hesitation, the burning liquid making her wince. She slammed the glass down and gestured for another.
As the hours wore on, Rita drowned her sorrows in shot after shot, her inhibitions fading with each drink. She barely noticed the group of men in the corner who had started watching her, their eyes gleaming with malicious intent. Among them was Linet’s cousin, a man known for his cruel ways and dirty schemes. Linet had wasted no time in arranging for him to be here tonight, ready to further break Rita’s spirit.
“She’s drunk enough,” one of the men murmured, his voice low and dangerous. “Let’s move.”
Rita was oblivious as the men approached her, their steps slow and calculated. One of them leaned against the counter beside her, his smile too wide to be friendly. “Hey there, beautiful,” he said, his voice dripping with false charm. “You look like you could use some company.”
“I’m not interested,” Rita mumbled, pushing her glass away. She tried to stand, but her legs felt weak, the alcohol clouding her senses.
“Come on, don’t be like that,” the man said, his tone turning sharp. He grabbed her arm, his grip firm and unrelenting. Rita’s stomach churned with unease, and she pulled away, but the alcohol had sapped her strength.
The other men closed in, their laughter low and threatening. “She’s a feisty one,” one of them said, grabbing her other arm. Panic surged through Rita as she struggled against them, her heart racing.
“Let me go!” she shouted, her voice shaking.
But the men didn’t listen. They dragged her toward the back door, their intentions clear. Rita fought harder, her mind screaming for her to do something, to escape.
The commotion caught the attention of another patron sitting in the shadows. His sharp eyes narrowed as he took in the scene, and without hesitation, he rose to intervene. He was tall and broad-shouldered, his presence commanding and intimidating.
“Let her go,” his deep voice rumbled, cutting through the chaos like a blade. The men paused, turning to face him. His fierce gaze and clenched fists made it clear he wasn’t someone to be trifled with.
“Mind your own business,” one of the men sneered, tightening his grip on Rita.
The stranger stepped forward, his movements swift and deliberate. In a matter of seconds, he had grabbed the man by the collar and thrown him against the wall. The other men hesitated, weighing their options, but the stranger’s unyielding stance made the decision for them. They dropped Rita and fled, cursing under their breath as they disappeared into the night.
Rita collapsed to the floor, her body trembling. She looked up at the man who had saved her, his dark eyes filled with concern. “Are you okay?” he asked, his voice softer now.
“I…I think so,” she stammered, her words slurring slightly. Tears welled up in her eyes as the reality of what had just happened hit her. “Thank you…for stopping them.”
The man nodded, offering her his hand. “Let’s get you out of here,” he said.
Rita hesitated before taking his hand, her mind racing with questions. Who was this man, and why had he stepped in to help her? But her exhaustion and fear left her little choice. She allowed him to lead her out of the bar, his steady grip reassuring.
As they stepped outside, the cool night air hit Rita like a wave, clearing her head slightly. She turned to the man, her curiosity getting the better of her. “Who are you?” she asked.
“Just someone passing through,” he replied, his lips curving into a faint smile. “You shouldn’t be in a place like that, especially alone.”
“I didn’t have anywhere else to go,” Rita admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. She looked away, ashamed of how far she had fallen.
The man studied her for a moment, his gaze thoughtful. “You look like you’ve been through a lot,” he said gently. “Do you need a place to stay?”
Rita hesitated, her instincts telling her to refuse. But the warmth in his eyes and the kindness in his voice were undeniable. She nodded slowly, her voice trembling as she said, “Yes…thank you.”
He led her to his truck parked nearby, helping her into the passenger seat. As they drove away, Rita stared out the window, her thoughts a whirlwind. She didn’t know who this man was or what the future held, but for the first time in hours, she felt a glimmer of safety.
The truck hummed quietly as Rita sat in the passenger seat, her head leaning against the cold window. The strong man beside her remained composed, his focus on the road unwavering. Yet, Rita’s mind was a storm of emotions, pain, humiliation, and a twisted sense of shame she couldn’t shake.
Though the man’s intentions seemed kind, Rita couldn’t trust him. Her heart had been shattered so thoroughly that even a helping hand felt like a weight she couldn’t bear. Her drunken state amplified her paranoia, fueling a decision she might regret later.
“I need some air,” Rita slurred, her voice barely audible. The man glanced at her, concerned. “Rita, you’re not in a state to wander off alone. Please let me help you.”
But Rita was already fumbling with the door handle, her movements clumsy and erratic. Before he could stop her, she pushed the door open and stumbled out into the street. The man jumped out after her, but Rita, fueled by desperation and alcohol, broke into an uneven sprint.
“Rita! Wait!” he called, but she didn’t look back. She ran blindly into the night, her heels clattering against the pavement. The dim streetlights barely illuminated her path as she escaped into the shadows, her pulse racing.
Her thoughts swirled like a tornado. She couldn’t bear anyone’s pity, even if they meant well. She didn’t need saving, she needed to survive on her own. The man’s voice faded behind her, and soon she was alone, the world around her eerily quiet.
Rita’s breath hitched as her legs gave way, the alcohol dragging her down like a weight. She collapsed onto the hard pavement, tears streaming down her face. She fumbled for her phone, hoping to call someone for help. But when she pulled it out, her heart sank. The screen was shattered, courtesy of her mother-in-law’s earlier rage. It wouldn’t even turn on.
With no phone, no plan, and nowhere to go, Rita wandered aimlessly, her surroundings unfamiliar and menacing. The night grew colder, and the streets seemed emptier with each passing hour. Her thin blouse offered little protection against the biting wind.
Eventually, Rita stumbled upon a bridge, its steel frame looming overhead like a silent sentinel. The space beneath it offered some semblance of shelter, though it was far from comforting. Broken bottles and discarded trash littered the ground, and the air smelled of damp concrete and decay.
Exhausted and hopeless, Rita sank to the ground, curling up against the wall. Her body trembled with cold and despair as tears spilled freely. The weight of her circumstances crashed over her, her husband’s betrayal, her mother-in-law’s cruelty, Linet’s venomous mockery. Her life felt like a cruel joke, and she was the punchline.
Rita’s sobs filled the hollow space beneath the bridge, echoing against the walls. She clutched her knees to her chest, trying to block out the overwhelming darkness surrounding her. The world had turned its back on her, and she felt utterly alone.
Hours passed; the silence broken only by the distant sound of passing cars. Rita’s drunken haze began to fade, replaced by a heavy sense of emptiness. The cold seeped into her bones, but she refused to move. Her pride, broken as it was, kept her from seeking help. She would endure this night, no matter how unbearable.
As dawn approached, the first rays of sunlight peeked through the cracks in the bridge’s steel beams. The warmth of the sun was faint but enough to rouse Rita from her restless sleep. Her body ached, her mind was numb, and her resolve was fragile.
Rita stood slowly, her legs shaking beneath her. Her clothes were wrinkled and dirty, and her makeup streaked down her face. She looked at her surroundings, the reality of her night sinking in.
The morning sun painted the sky with hues of orange and gold, but its warmth barely reached Rita’s heart as she sat by the roadside, her arms wrapped tightly around herself. The events of the past 24 hours felt like a cruel blur. Her body ached from the cold night under the bridge, and her spirit was bruised from the betrayal she had endured. But as the dawn broke, so did a spark of determination within her.For the first time in years, Rita allowed herself to think about the life she had left behind, the life she had hidden from James and his family. She had walked away from luxury, wealth, and a powerful family name, all in pursuit of love and simplicity. But that love had proven to be nothing more than a mirage, leaving her stranded and broken.No more, she thought. No more hiding. No more sacrificing herself for people who didn’t deserve her. It was time to reclaim the life she had abandoned.Rita looked around, spotting a woman sweeping the dusty roadside in front of a small kios
As Rita was ushered into the mansion, she was overwhelmed by the sight that awaited her. The grand foyer, adorned with crystal chandeliers and intricate carvings, was decorated with fresh flowers. The dining hall was transformed into a festive space, with a long table laden with sumptuous dishes. The aroma of roasted meats, freshly baked bread, and exotic spices filled the air.The staff had prepared a feast fit for royalty a testament to how much they adored her. Rita’s heart swelled with gratitude, but a pang of guilt lingered. She had left all of this behind, and yet they welcomed her back without hesitation.Her mother, elegantly dressed and radiant as ever, appeared at the top of the staircase. Her eyes filled with tears as she descended, her steps quickening until she reached Rita. “My darling girl,” she whispered, pulling Rita into a tight embrace. “You’re home. You’re finally home.”“I’m so sorry, Mama,” Rita choked out, her voice breaking. “I shouldn’t have left. I shouldn’t
A week had passed since Rita had confronted her father about her place in the family business. The heated discussion still echoed in her mind, but she remained firm in her decision. Unlike her brothers, who had been groomed from childhood to take over the company, Rita wanted to carve her own path. If she were to prove herself, it wouldn't be by walking into the boardroom as a privileged heiress. She would start from the bottom and earn her way up.Dressed in a modest blouse and pencil skirt, Rita stepped into Blackwood Enterprises as an ordinary employee. She had refused any special treatment from her father, insisting that if she was to learn how the company truly operated, she had to experience it from the ground level. Her official title: Junior Secretary in the Administration Department.The buzzing atmosphere of the open office space was a stark contrast to the luxurious top-floor suites where her father and brothers spent their days. Rita took a deep breath, adjusting to the un
Rita sat in her small office, exhausted but determined. The past few weeks had been grueling, with constant sabotage and hostility from her colleagues. Yet, she had stood her ground. Just as she was about to take a short break, the door creaked open, and her elder brother, Nathan, stepped inside."I heard you’re having a tough time here," Nathan said, crossing his arms as he studied her face. "Is there something you’re not telling me?"Rita sighed, leaning back in her chair. "Nathan, I can handle it. I knew this wouldn’t be easy, and I don’t expect any special treatment. Let them think what they want—I’ll prove them wrong."Nathan shook his head, concern flashing in his eyes. "That’s not the point. I know you’re strong, but you don’t have to fight this battle alone. And besides... you need to be more careful. You’re pregnant, Rita. You shouldn’t be stressing yourself out like this."Rita tensed for a moment before regaining her composure. "I know my limits, Nathan. Just because I’m pr
The office buzzed with its usual morning rhythm: phones ringing, keyboards clicking, and murmured conversations floating through the air. Yet, as Rita stepped into the building, it was as if time itself hesitated to catch its breath.Dressed impeccably in a bold red dress that radiated confidence, Rita strode past the rows of desks with a radiant smile on her lips. She exuded an air of triumph, a stark contrast to the defeated figure some had expected after the previous night's ordeal. Heads turned as she made her way to her desk, her poise unshaken by the whispers that rippled through the office.Margaret, seated near the corner office, froze mid-sentence when her eyes landed on Rita. The blood drained from her face, leaving her with a pale, almost ghostly complexion. She had been certain that the events of the previous night would leave Rita broken, disheveled, or better yet—missing entirely. How could she possibly be standing here, grinning as if nothing had happened?Rita's eyes l
As she settled at her desk, the whispers turned into outright ridicule. A group of employees near the coffee station exchanged exaggerated laughs, their voices deliberately loud enough for her to hear.“Must be nice to have someone open doors for you,” one of them said, her tone mocking. “I wonder what it costs to get that kind of service.”“Probably more than we make in a year,” another replied, his laughter echoing through the room.Rita paused, her fingers hovering over her keyboard. She glanced up, her sharp eyes scanning the room. The laughter died down, but the smirks remained. She could feel the weight of their judgment pressing down on her, the sting of their words cutting deeper than she cared to admit.Taking a deep breath, Rita stood and walked toward the coffee station, her heels clicking against the tiled floor. The group fell silent as she approached, their smug expressions faltering under her unwavering gaze.“Good morning,” Rita said, her voice calm but firm. “I couldn
Before Rita could respond to Margaret’s veiled threat, a calm voice interrupted the unfolding scene. “Margaret,” the voice said, firm but composed, “I think that’s enough.”Everyone turned to see Daniel, a marketing analyst who rarely drew attention to himself. His presence was unassuming, yet in this moment, his confidence filled the room, commanding respect. Daniel walked toward Rita’s desk, his sharp blue eyes locking onto Margaret’s with an unyielding determination that immediately silenced her.“Why do you find it necessary to humiliate a colleague in front of everyone?” he asked, his tone even but cutting. “This is a professional workplace, not a tabloid.”Margaret’s lips parted in surprise, her usual arrogance faltering under Daniel’s scrutiny. “I don’t know what you mean,” she replied, though her voice lacked conviction. “I was simply addressing the concerns circulating within the office.”“Concerns that you’ve clearly fueled,” Daniel shot back without hesitation. “Let me remi
The boardroom hummed with anticipation as the employees eagerly awaited Nathan’s big announcement. The air was electric, the kind of tension that preceded monumental changes. Rita sat quietly beside her father, Richard Moreau, whose expression betrayed a rare blend of pride and composure. Nathan, standing at the podium, glanced at his sister, silently reassuring her that everything would go as planned.But just as Nathan opened his mouth to speak, the sound of the doors swinging open echoed across the room. Heads turned toward the interruption, and the atmosphere shifted abruptly. Strutting in with an air of unearned confidence was none other than Linet, the governor’s daughter. Her heels clacked against the polished floor, her movements unapologetically bold. By her side was another woman, younger and less familiar—Anita, whose sharp eyes scanned the room as if she owned it.Gasps rippled through the audience, followed by murmurs of confusion. Linet, oblivious to the tension in the r
Adrian sat in his office, staring blankly at the papers on his desk. The weight of everything that had happened in the last few weeks pressed heavily on him. Rita was distant, her trust in him fractured, and their future uncertain. Every attempt to bridge the growing gap between them seemed futile. He had made a mess of things with Sophie, and now, with the baby on the way, everything seemed to be spiraling out of his control.He rubbed his temples, trying to stave off the headache that was threatening to take over, when suddenly, his phone rang. The caller ID flashed: Father.Adrian froze. His father. The one person he had been trying to avoid, the one person whose approval he had always sought but never received. He took a deep breath, mentally preparing himself, and then answered the call."Adrian," his father's stern voice came through the phone, sending a chill down his spine. "We need to talk."Adrian’s stomach churned. He had known this moment would come. He knew it had been in
And with that, she turned on her heel and stormed out of the apartment, leaving Adrian standing in the doorway, his mind a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions.He had made his choice. He had to. And he would face whatever consequences came with it. But one thing was certain — he would not let Sophie stand in the way of his future with Rita. Not anymore.Rita sat on the edge of their bed, staring out of the window, her thoughts heavy and clouded. The days seemed to blur together, and the weight in her chest only grew with each passing one. She had always prided herself on being strong, on knowing when something was wrong, but this time, she felt like she was drowning in uncertainty.Since the confrontation with Sophie, something had shifted. Adrian was different — distant, more withdrawn. The tenderness that had once marked his every action towards her had become scarce, replaced with a cool formality. It was subtle at first, the small things — the lack of the playful touches, the absen
Adrian sat in the quiet of the living room, his thoughts swirling in a storm of confusion, guilt, and frustration. He had never once wanted Sophie in his life. The engagement had been arranged by their families years ago, long before he even met Rita. At first, it had been a simple, distant arrangement, one he never took seriously. But Sophie? She took it all too seriously. She clung to him, her arrogance and entitlement clouding every interaction, while he did everything he could to avoid her.His parents, especially his mother, had never stopped pressing him about Sophie, reminding him of the "important alliance" it would solidify. They saw the marriage as a business arrangement — a union that could strengthen their family’s standing, a way to bring in wealth, influence, and connections. But for Adrian, it was never about that. He had no interest in Sophie’s social status or her family’s power. What he wanted, what he had always wanted, was a life of his own, a life built on passion
Rita had barely rubbed the sleep from her eyes when the sharp knock echoed through the apartment. She glanced at the clock — 7:30 AM. It was too early for a visit, especially after the strange thoughts from last night still weighed on her mind. Who could it be?Pushing herself up from the couch, Rita shuffled towards the door, her bare feet against the cold floor. As she reached for the handle, the door swung open with force, and before she could react, a woman stepped past her, brushing Rita aside as if she didn’t exist."Excuse me!" Rita snapped, her heart racing with a mix of confusion and irritation. She wasn’t used to being treated this way in her own home.The woman was tall, with sharp features and an air of arrogance that made Rita’s blood boil. Her eyes scanned the living room dismissively before landing back on Rita."I’m Sophie," the woman said, her voice dripping with disdain as she stood in the middle of the living room. "I’m here to see Adrian. Where is he?"Rita’s jaw t
The days were warm and tender, colored with laughter, gentle music, and the soft rustling of baby clothes being arranged in drawers. Rita was glowing. Her belly had blossomed into full roundness, and her steps were slower, but graceful. Her cheeks were fuller, her eyes softer, and her smile — oh, her smile could light up their entire home.To everyone, it seemed like a perfect time. Rita was safe, happy, loved. But for Adrian, a storm brewed beneath the still surface.He would watch her from across the room — one hand on her belly, the other flipping through a baby book, her eyes twinkling with anticipation — and guilt would claw at his chest.He should have told her long ago. He should have come clean before the baby’s kicks grew stronger, before they painted the nursery, before she wrote down a list of names and laughed when he jokingly added "Thor."But every time he tried, the words failed him. He'd open his mouth, but her joy was too precious, too pure — he couldn’t bear to dim i
The plane touched down in the early hours of the morning, the golden rays of sunrise stretching lazily across the horizon as if to welcome Rita and Adrian back to their quiet corner of the world. The past weeks had been nothing short of stormy — Antony’s funeral, the uncovering of betrayal, the chaos at the company — and though they had held each other through it all, they were both silently craving the peace of home.As they stepped out of the cab and onto the familiar cobbled pathway of their apartment block, the cool breeze of the city wrapped around them like a long-lost friend. Rita clutched her small suitcase in one hand and instinctively reached for Adrian’s with the other. Her baby bump, now more visible than before, was the quiet promise of new beginnings.She had barely opened the gate when she heard it:"Miss Rita! You're back!" a small voice shrieked.Rita turned just in time to see little Naomi — the bubbly seven-year-old from next door — sprinting toward her in her pajam
Mary had waited long enough.She watched from the hallway as Linet lounged on the plush living room couch, sipping mango juice from a tall glass, her feet resting on a velvet ottoman. The air reeked of lavender perfume and fake sweetness — both of which made Mary’s blood simmer.She didn’t hate Linet. No, hate was too small a word. What she felt was disgust — a deep-rooted fury that this woman, this imposter, had the audacity to play the whole family for fools.Enough was enough.Mary took a deep breath, her phone tightly clenched in her hand. The screen still displayed the picture she had taken three nights ago — Linet laughing wildly with a bottle of wine in hand, her ‘baby bump’ hidden behind the haze of lies.She stepped in. Calm, steady… lethal.“Enjoying your juice?” Mary asked, her voice low and sharp.Linet glanced up lazily and offered a tight smile. “Very much. Francis had it chilled just the way I like.”Mary smiled too — only hers was ice cold. She walked over, dropped her
Days turned into weeks, and Linet wore her fabricated pregnancy like a royal cloak — commanding, dramatic, and laced with pretense. She had mastered every symptom, every mood swing, and every emotional outburst that came with it.With each passing day, her in-laws grew softer around her. Francis, once cold and unsure, was now her doting shadow — ready to fulfill every whim with pride. Linet had finally won the attention she had craved, and she wasn’t about to let it slip through her fingers.She lounged in the living room with her feet propped up on an ornate footrest, flipping through magazines as Francis gently rubbed her shoulders. “You’ve been so tense lately,” he murmured.“Well, carrying a baby while managing a household filled with expectations isn’t easy,” she said with a tired sigh. “But I’m doing my best.”Francis smiled faintly and kissed her forehead. “You’re doing amazing, babe. I’m really proud of you.”From the corner of the room, Mary watched in silence, biting her ton
Mary had always been quiet — observant, but never idle. She had a talent for reading between the lines, and lately, those lines had become increasingly blurry where Linet was concerned. The announcement of her pregnancy had come out of nowhere. No build-up, no symptoms, just a declaration that stunned the household and left Mary unconvinced.She had noticed the subtle things first. The way Linet continued to wear tight-fitting clothes well into her second supposed month. How she dodged family invitations to visit the clinic for a scan. How she never showed any signs of fatigue or nausea, always claiming to be “feeling great” with a wide, almost rehearsed smile.Something was off.Mary wasn’t confrontational by nature, but this time, she couldn’t ignore her instincts. She started to quietly follow Linet’s movements, watching, waiting. It took time — over a week of subtle surveillance, late-night parking outside the estate, and whispered questions to the household help.Then, on a breez