NathanielI walk towards the front of the wedding aisle, my legs heavy with dread. Every step feels like I'm pulling myself through thick mud, each one more difficult than the last. My heart pounds in my chest, a wild, erratic beat that threatens to drown out all other sounds. The fear and anxiety coil together in my stomach—a relentless, twisting knot of tension. The hate I feel towards myself and Anna bubbles just below the surface, threatening to spill over at any moment.I glance around the garden, which is beautifully decorated. Flowers of every colour line the aisle; their sweet fragrance is almost sickening. The guests look amazing, dressed in their finest clothes, and their faces bright with anticipation and joy. But inside, I feel nothing but emptiness. I want to break down, to scream, to run. This isn’t my choice. I’m being forced into this marriage, and every part of me rebels against it.My eyes scan the crowd, and I see the satisfaction in my family’s eyes. They think thi
NathanielI stand, the chair scraping against the floor. I can feel Anna's eyes pressing on me.Her eyes narrow. “You agreed to this. You promised.”I shake my head, the anger bubbling up. “I agreed because you gave me no choice. This isn’t a marriage, Anna. It’s a prison.”She steps closer, her voice dropping to a whisper. “Then let’s make the best of it. For our child.”The mention of our child sends a pang of guilt through me. I look away, unable to meet her gaze. “I’ll come back to the party. Just give me a moment.”Anna nods, her expression softening slightly. “Don’t take too long.”As she leaves, I take a deep breath, trying to steady myself. The reality of my situation crashes over me, causing a tidal wave of regret and despair. But somewhere in the depths of my heart, a spark of hope remains. Maybe, just maybe, I can find a way to make things right.The next day dawns heavy and grey, mirroring the turmoil in my mind. I pace around the house, my steps echoing off the walls. Eve
MegraI pace back and forth in the living room, my heart racing and thoughts swirling in my head like a storm. I can't seem to find my breath, and the room feels like it's closing in on me. Every step I take feels heavy, laden with the weight of everything that's happening. The walls, once familiar and comforting, now seem oppressive, crowding me in."Are you okay?" Liza's voice breaks through the haze, soft but tinged with concern. She's standing in the doorway, her brow furrowed, her eyes searching my face for answers."No," I respond, my voice cracking under the pressure. "Why did you have to let it slip that I was pregnant in front of Nathaniel?" My words come out in a rush, each one laced with panic and frustration. "I feel like I'm suffocating, like I can't breathe under everything that's happening."Liza steps closer, her eyes full of sympathy. "I got worried when I saw you on the floor," she says gently. "Especially since I know the pregnancy is fragile. I couldn't keep it to
NathanielI drive to San Francisco, gripping the steering wheel tightly, replaying the chaotic scene at Megra's house over and over in my mind. The memory of my fist connecting with Conor's face, the unintentional hit that sent Megra to the floor, haunts me. The terror in her eyes as she hit the ground is seared into my memory, her pained expression twisting my gut with shame. Then Liza's panicked voice cuts through the haze, asking if the baby was okay. My heart had nearly stopped.Megra, carrying a child. A child I believed to be mine. The shock and overwhelming mix of emotions washed over me. The moment she confessed it was Conor's baby, doubt gnawed at my mind. Could it be true? Could she really have moved on so quickly? No,I know it cannot be true. I know her. Just the idea that Megra can be pregnant with another man's child fills me with a fury I can barely contain, but beneath the anger is doubt. What if she was lying? What if the child was mine?I feel helpless, trapped in a l
NathanielI stumble through the dimly lit hallway of my house, the bitter taste of whiskey lingering on my tongue. My fingers fumble for my phone, and I finally manage to dial Megra’s number. The ring echoes in my ear, each tone like a hammer against my heart.She answers on the third ring, her voice sharp and wary. "What do you want, Nathaniel?"I take a deep breath, trying to steady myself. I did not expect her to pick up my call. "Megra, I love you; all I want is you. I feel like I’d rather die than not have you by my side."There’s a pause, then she speaks, her tone colder than I’ve ever heard. "How, Nathaniel? How do you want me? As a mistress? Do you plan to cheat on your new wife like you did on me? I can't do this, Nathaniel."Her words cut deep, and I can feel my frustration boiling over. "That was different, Megra. Our relationship wasn’t solid, and then I didn’t even think we had a relationship. Everything was so complicated then. I didn’t think I loved you."She snorts; th
MegraIt's been a few months since Nathaniel's wedding to Anna, and I can finally see the changes in my body. My pregnancy is now visible, a constant reminder of the life growing inside me. As I stand in my cozy living room, the sunlight streaming through the curtains, I place my hand on my rounded belly and take a deep breath. Today, I'm going to visit my mom's grave, and I'm not going alone. Liza is accompanying me.She smiles warmly at me, her eyes sparkling with pride. "You look beautiful, Megra," she says, her voice filled with admiration. "I'm so proud of you for moving forward without Nathaniel." She has been like a second mother to me, helping me navigate the pregnancy and my thriving job as a teacher.I smile back at her, feeling warmth spread through me. "Thank you, Liza," I reply. "This may not be the life I wanted, but I'll do everything I can for my baby." I rub my belly gently, feeling a soft kick in response.Liza nods, her eyes shining with approval. "Are you ready to
NathanielThe past few months have been a blur of regret, anger, and heartbreak. Since that night, I found out Megra was pregnant. I called her in a drunken stupor. Since then, I have been desperate to hear her voice and to know she’s okay, but all I manage to do is hurt her more. I remember the heartache in her voice and the way she begged me to leave her alone. And then, in my rage and pain, I end up in Anna's bed again. It’s a mistake—a colossal, unforgivable mistake. Mistakes that I keep making and cannot run away from.The first few weeks after that have been hell. The guilt filling me, a constant reminder of my betrayal. I can't sleep, I can't eat, and every time I see Anna, I feel a wave of nausea. I regret everything. I regret marrying her, even though I had no choice. I want to turn back time and undo everything, but I know that’s impossible.One night, as I drowned my sorrows in a bar, Becca approached me. She looks smug, like she always does, and leans in close. “You should
MegraThe train ride feels endless. The rhythmic clatter of the wheels meeting the tracks is a relentless soundtrack, a steady beat that echoes my racing thoughts. I stare out the window, watching the landscape blur past, but my mind is elsewhere. Nathaniel’s behaviour doesn’t make sense. And why is Becca always around? Every turn I take, Becca always seems to be lurking. Honestly, I thought if your best friend betrays you, they might try to stay away. Becca, on the other hand, is always there and always entwined with Nathaniel and Andrew's family. Nothing makes sense to me.I sit there thinking about how it's possible for Nathaniel to lose his top seat in his family's empire. Its unfathomable. The whole reason he and I got together was because he needed to marry and have a child to secure his position. That was what the contract stated. Now, he has both with Anna, yet he’s lost the one thing he fought so hard for. It doesn’t add up. Nathaniel never makes mistakes like this. He’s alwa
Epilogue MegraWe stand quietly in front of my mother’s gravestone, feeling the earth beneath my feet solid and cool, like an anchor to this moment. The air is still, the sky washed in muted shades of grey as though the world is holding its breath with me. My eyes trace the familiar letters etched into the smooth stone:**Iris Adams** **Loving Mother, Wife, Daughter, and Sister.**The words feel heavier than usual today, each title pulling me back into memories I’ve spent years trying to bury. There’s something so final about seeing her name like this. My mother. The one person who was always there for me, always strong, always protecting me. And yet, she carried so many secrets. I think about the life she left behind to raise me on her own—the family I only just found out about. All that time, it was just the two of us. She gave up so much, not for herself but for me.A gust of wind stirs the leaves around the graveyard, and I close my eyes, letting the cool air brush against my ski
MegraMusic floats in the air, soft and melodious, filling the room with a sense of calm and joy. I take in a deep breath, letting the sound settle into my bones, feeling its soothing rhythm steady my racing heart. It’s been a year—one long, tumultuous year since everything happened with Becca. A year of healing, of working to forget the chaos Nathaniel and I faced. A year of finding peace, of finding ourselves, of watching Nathaniel become the most wonderful father to the most beautiful daughter.I close my eyes for a moment, holding on to the feeling of peace. When I open them again, I’m staring at myself in the mirror. My eyes glisten with tears as I take in my reflection—my wedding gown flowing around me like a cascade of dreams. It’s the most beautiful dress I’ve ever seen, pure white and delicate, with lace that trails down to the floor. I feel like a princess, like the heroine of a story I once dreamed about but never thought would come true.“Oh my gosh, Megra, you look amazin
MegraIt's been a few days since the fire, since Becca's death. I should feel lighter, like a weight has been lifted off my shoulders, but instead, there's a different heaviness inside me. I can't quite name it—grief, guilt, relief, maybe all of them tangled together. I stand in front of the mirror, staring at my reflection. Mia is perched on the vanity, watching me with her bright eyes. I meet her gaze in the mirror, offering a small smile, though it doesn’t quite reach my eyes.I pick up a small powder puff and begin to dab it gently against my cheeks. The cool, smooth texture of the powder calms me slightly, a welcome distraction from the storm of emotions swirling inside me. Nathaniel is home now, his health restored, his body healing. I’m grateful for that. The newspapers have been full of stories about his heroics, praising him for his bravery. The police cleared his name after searching Becca’s apartment. They found her journals, her twisted plans. It’s all out in the open now.
MegraThe world around me is blurry, shifting in and out of focus. I blink slowly, trying to clear my vision. The ceiling above me is white, harshly bright against my eyes. I feel heavy, like I'm sinking into the hospital bed beneath me. My head throbs, my body aches, and every breath feels like it takes more effort than the last. I hear a steady beep—machines. I’m in a hospital.I remember flames, smoke, Becca's twisted smile. My chest tightens as I recall Nathaniel rushing into the fire. "Nathaniel?" I croak out, my voice barely a whisper, dry and cracked. Panic surges through me, tightening my throat. I try to sit up, but my body protests. "Nathaniel?"A familiar voice, gentle and soothing, cuts through the fog of my thoughts. "He’s fine, my darling." I turn my head slowly, and there she is—Liza, standing beside me. Her face is calm, but I can see the worry in her eyes.“Liza…” I manage, my voice weak. “Where is he? I have to see him. I have to know he’s okay.”She steps closer, ta
Megra“Nathaniel!” I scream, my voice tearing through the chaos as he bursts into the living room, Andrew right behind him. Smoke fills the air, thick and suffocating, and for a moment, all I can see are their silhouettes moving through the haze. My heart leaps with desperate, wild hope. They’ve come for me. They’ve come to save me.Becca’s laugh slices through the air, sharp and cold. Her eyes, wild with madness, flick from Nathaniel to me, and her lips curl into a sinister smile. “You see?” she snarls, her voice dripping with venom. “Even now, even in the face of danger, they run to you. Everyone runs to you, like moths to a flame. Well, then, they deserve your fate.”I watch, my breath catching in my throat, as she pulls a lighter from her pocket, the small flame flickering in the dim light. Fear claws at my insides. “Becca, no!” I shout, but she’s not listening. Her eyes are fixed on Nathaniel and Andrew, her hand steady as she holds the lighter.“Get back!” Becca screams, her voi
The Story of Becca Megra’s eyes are wide with fear, her lips trembling as she pleads. Her voice is a desperate whisper, filled with a panic that only fuels my resolve. She looks so small, so helpless, chained and bound. “Please, Becca,” she begs, her voice cracking. “Why are you doing this? Why?” I pause for a moment, staring at her. My eyes bore into hers, searching, dissecting. It’s like I’m looking right into her soul, seeing every little thing she’s ever taken from me, every single moment she’s made me feel small, insignificant, unwanted. I want her to feel that pain now to understand what she’s done. “I don’t think you should die just yet,” I say slowly, letting the words hang in the air, “without knowing the whole story.” I grab a wooden chair from the corner, dragging it across the floor with a slow, deliberate scrape that echoes through the room. I’m savouring the moment, relishing the fear in her eyes. I set the chair down in front of her and sit, crossing my legs calmly,
The Story of Becca.I watch as Megra cautiously approaches the front door of her Stockton home, her eyes darting around as if she knows someone is watching her. She’s always been so paranoid, always looking over her shoulder. But today, her vigilance won’t save her. Today, she’s all mine.From my car parked across the street, I can see her every move. My heart races with excitement, my breath quickening as I prepare for what’s to come. I’ve waited so long for this moment, planning every detail. She has no idea what’s waiting for her. She thinks she’s safe here, in her own home. How wrong she is.I smile, a dark, twisted smile. She deserves what’s coming to her. After everything she’s done, after everything she’s taken from me, she deserves this. I glance at the metal rod on the seat next to me, my fingers itching to grab it and feel its weight in my hand. I can’t wait any longer. I need to do this now.“She made me do it,” I whisper to myself, my voice filled with venom. “She made me k
NathanielI squeeze Anna’s hand, feeling the coldness of her skin against my own. Her eyes are glassy with pain and fear, but there’s a spark of clarity in them. Her usual well-maintained red hair in knots. She’s been through hell, but I need answers. "Anna," I say softly, leaning closer, "do you know where Becca took Megra?"She shakes her head, her breath coming in shallow gasps. "No," she whispers, her voice trembling. "I don’t know where she took her. I… I wish I did."I swallow back the frustration rising in my throat. "How did you find out it was Becca?" I press, hoping she has more information, something that could help us.Anna closes her eyes for a moment, as if gathering her strength. "I started having my suspicions after I saw the newspaper article," she begins slowly. "The one calling you an adulterer. Only you, Megra, and I knew about… about the divorce, about all of it. But I told Becca, I confided in her… Nathaniel, I thought she was my friend, but now I am sure she leak
NathanielI rush through the hospital doors, my heart pounding so hard I can feel it in my throat. I have to find out if what happened to Anna has anything to do with Megra's disappearance. I can't shake the feeling that everything is connected—that Megra is in danger, and time is running out."Andrew!" I shout, scanning the crowded hallway, pushing past people as I move further inside. My voice echoes off the sterile walls, blending with the noise of the busy hospital. I see him standing by the nurse's station, his face pale and tight with worry. When he hears me, he turns, and his eyes widen. He rushes over, and I can see the tension in his every step."What the fuck is going on, Nathaniel?" Andrew demands, grabbing my arm, his grip tight, almost bruising. What the hell is happening?""I don't know," I snap, pulling my arm free, my breath coming in ragged bursts. "But that's what I intend to find out." I take a deep breath, trying to steady myself. "Megra got a phone call," I explain