Epilogue 2 is on the way. xoxo
Evelyne pov: It was all the same. The same fogginess around me. I was standing at the same place where no one was around. The same place, I used to see in my dreams. It was my school’s football ground again. I could hardly see through the fog and kept turning around with no idea where should I start walking. I did have this idea that it was the same dream, and he will reach out to me, to take me out of there. As expected, the fog started thinning magically. The bleachers surrounding the field were now more visible. Suddenly, a familiar voice echoed through the light fog, gradually becoming louder and clearer. It was a voice I could recognize anywhere. I knew who it belonged to. It was calling out my name, and I felt a sense of urgency in its tone. As always. I was waiting for him. I turned towards the source of the voice and saw him emerging from the fog. Today he didn’t look as worried and as anxious as he used to be. Without waiting for a second, I ran to him and lunged at
Sophia Wyatt’s pov:Sophia Wyatt- 16 years old Rowan Levisay- 14 years old “Can you please stop staring at me?” I snapped at him. A blush crept to his cheeks, and he moved his eyes away. I felt bad for taking out my frustration on him. But the way he used to look at me, everyone around us knew that he had a crush on me. My friends used to ogle at him and used to sigh whenever they found him eyeing me. “Sophie! He is so hot!” Nova used to remark with a dreamy expression on her face. Irritatingly my best friend never said that about Colter, my boyfriend. Rowan Levisay got his great looks from his parents. He had class, style, looks, and just the right amount of hotness. That hotness was too much to handle for all the girls around. Except me. His father still had the aura that could make all females go weak in the knees. At this age, he was a spitting image of his father, Hunter Levisay. Our parents were family friends. I was an adopted daughter who was spoiled by her adoptive pa
Sophia pov:When I got married, I was on cloud nine for one month. It felt like a dream to walk beside him as his wife.Dad had given us an entire building to be used as our office where we could carry our business. The plan was to join the new office along with him but on our honeymoon, he kept convincing me to be a stay-at-home wife.He wanted me to take care of the home and cook hot meals for him. The idea didn’t sit well with me initially as my father always pushed me to be an independent woman.But I guess I got blind to his love.It had been a week since he started going to the office. I sent him after serving him breakfast and got busy cleaning the house when the doorbell rang.“Yes?” I went to the door and found a delivery guy standing there.“You have got a delivery from Raphael Wyatt, ma’am.” The guy informed me.“Daddy sent me a parcel!” I signed the receipt and brought the parcel inside with a big grin on my face. I was through and through Daddy’s girl.When I opened it, i
Sophia pov: (Trigger warning: Physical abuse but I tried my best not to be too graphic.) My heart was pounding as I stared at Rowan. What was he trying to say? Was he suggesting that I was making a mistake by staying with Colter? I felt defensive and protective of my marriage. No one had the right to interfere in my matters. "Care to explain what you are talking about?" I said, trying to keep my tone steady. I could feel the tension in the air between us. There was no explanation. This was my marriage, and I was adamant to work on it. I thought to myself. "You don't look fine," Rowan said in a hushed tone, trying to keep our conversation private. For the others around us, we were just two old friends catching up. I tried to keep a smile on my face for the sake of appearances. But Rowan wasn't letting it go. "Remember that movie night, Sophie?" he said, leaning in closer. "When we were all watching that suspense thriller. The kidnapped girl sent a message to her boyfriend, 'Help!'
Emerald Wyatt’s pov(Sophia’s adoptive mom)I took slow sips of my morning coffee, trying to push away the uneasy feeling in my chest. The dinner party last night had been a lively affair, but something about it left me feeling unsettled.Sophia, my daughter, got married last year, but I couldn't shake the feeling that something was off.I had never been in favor of Sophia's early marriage. I wanted her to pursue her career and become more confident before settling down. Hunter's daughters, Merissa and Maria, who were also present at the dinner, reminded me of what Sophia could have achieved had she not gotten married so young. Maybe I should have tried harder to persuade her."What are you thinking, Guzel?" Raphael, my husband, wrapped his strong arms around me from behind. I turned to him and smiled as he kissed me on the lips."Last night... Sophia..." I trailed off, unsure how to voice my concerns.As soon as he heard the words, Raphael exhaled deeply and slowly, pulling up a stoo
Colter pov:All I wanted to do right now was drink and drink and drink and then get drunk. That was the only way I could forget how Sophia, my wife tried to sabotage my life and my mood.Last night and then this morning…I mean what the hell! I fell in love with her, married her and all she seemed to do was whining and complaining like a middle-class woman with money problems and husband problems.She didn’t have both. She was loaded with money and luckily got a loyal husband.Last night it was a stomach bug and, in the morning, as usual, I picked up her phone to check her messages.Like a good husband, I needed to keep an eye on my wife. My father always taught me that women could never be trusted, and I never agreed.That was a mistake. I guess he was right. I opened her phone and Tada. The window to that as**shole’s DMs was open. Now I didn’t know why she did that. There was no exchange of messages between them. But then what was she doing?Staring at his profile picture?Yuk!Disg
Sophia pov “Your tooth is just fine,” the physician said after examining it, “You are feeling the pain due to the …” he paused for a moment, “the blow. I mean…” “We understand doctor,” Rowan stepped in while standing there. He had provided me with a pink t-shirt and pink cotton funky pants. “It’s Maria’s!” he explained when I had knitted my brows examining it. “I am placing some painkillers along with a sleeping pill on your nightstand. You need to take rest, Mrs. Wright.” I wanted to wince at the surname, “For now you must go for soft food.” The word food reminded me, I didn’t eat anything since morning. Whatever I ate at night was vomited out of my system. I plopped back on the pillow when Rowan escorted the doctor out of the room. The thought of popping in all those pills was making me sick. I always hated taking medicines. Dad was the one who used to put up with my grumbling and crankiness and help me swallow those pills. A uniformed woman came inside with a small tray, we
Sophia pov:As we were having our breakfast, the tension between us was palpable. It was the first time we had eaten together in what felt like ages, except that last anniversary dinner and I couldn't help but feel a sense of relief at the thought of finally being able to enjoy a meal in peace.For some reason, Rowan had stopped attending our family reunions in the summers a long time back.The stress and anxiety of the past few months had taken a toll on me, and right now I was grateful for this opportunity to unwind.But even as I savored each bite of my breakfast, I couldn't shake off the nagging feeling of unease that lingered at the back of my mind. It had been one year since I last ate anything in the morning, and the mere thought of food made my stomach churn.I used to avoid eating and drinking in the mornings because I knew I would be cuffed and won’t get a chance to visit the bathroom.I couldn't help but think back to the time I spent with Colter in the past year. I used to