Racheal's world falls apart on her 30th birthday when she comes home to find her husband, Jack, gone, leaving behind only a note that says, "I can’t do this anymore. I’m leaving you." Shocked and heartbroken, Racheal is thrust into a whirlwind of confusion and pain as she desperately seeks answers. She visits Jack’s cold, wealthy family only to be handed divorce papers signed by the man who promised her forever. As Racheal tries to navigate the wreckage of her life, she embarks on a journey of self-discovery, grappling with the betrayal of a husband she thought she knew. But when a chance encounter with a mysterious stranger named Jake pulls her into a night of distraction and unexpected connection, Racheal begins questioning everything about love, loyalty, and her future. As she pieces together the truth behind Jack's sudden departure, including the secret affair he had been hiding for years, Racheal is forced to confront her deepest fears and find the strength to rebuild her life. Along the way, new relationships form, old wounds are reopened, and shocking revelations threaten to destroy everything she thought she knew.
View MoreJACK'S POV"Is she gone?" I ask one of the security guards as he steps back inside, looking a little uncertain, which only irritates me further. I’m in no mood for hesitation.“Yes, sir. We left her outside the gates and threw her things out, just as you asked.”"Good," I snap. "And listen carefully: no matter what, never let that woman come back here again. Do you understand?"He nods quickly, muttering a "Yes, sir" before retreating from my sight. I feel a wave of satisfaction watching him disappear. It’s about time she understood where she stands..Hannah moves closer, slipping her arms around me, her touch gentle yet triumphant. "Are you okay, babe?"I nod. She lets out a sigh of relief, a soft, satisfied smile curling at her lips. “I’m just glad that bitch is out of our lives for good,” she murmurs, her eyes gleaming with something dark and exhilarating.“Go lie down, Hannah. You must be tired from that drama,” I say, brushing her cheek. “You shouldn’t get worked up, not now.”As
Outside the apartment, the guards let go of me, and I stumble, nearly collapsing to the ground.I couldn’t believe it. I had lost everything in the most humiliating way possible.“This can’t be it,” I say to myself out loud. “I will make those sick bastards pay.”The thought of revenge echoes in my mind, growing louder and angrier until it is all I can hear. The Crawfords had humiliated me for the last time. They thought they could cast me aside like I was nothing like I was disposable.I could feel the blood rushing to my head, my pulse thundering in my ears. Suddenly, everything started to spin again. Before I could catch my breath, my vision blurred, and a wave of dizziness crashed over me. I tried to steady myself, but it was too late. My legs gave out beneath me, and I felt myself falling. Everything went dark.I wake to the sterile smell of antiseptic and distant medical equipment beeping. My body felt heavy, weighed down by exhaustion and confusion. Where was I?“Finally, you’
There stood Jack, delegating a group of movers like it was just another day at the office. His face was calm and focused as if this wasn’t the home we had built together, as if these weren’t our memories now scattered across the floor in pieces. He didn’t flinch when he saw me standing there.“Jack?” My voice barely a whisper, he glanced up, his expression cold and distant.“What’s going on here?” I demanded, though my voice wavered.Jack sighs as if I was inconveniencing him. “As you can see, Racheal, I’m cleaning up the mess you made.”I blink, stunned. “The mess I made? “Gesturing around the room, my hands trembling.“Jack, you walked out on me. You left without so much as a word! And now you're here... what? Packing up our life like it’s nothing?”He didn’t respond immediately; he just waved at one of the movers to continue taking the furniture. My furniture. Our furniture.“Your things are outside. I figured you’d want some of them back before things get finalized.”“Finalized?”
"Did something happen between us?" I finally gained the courage to ask.Jake raised an eyebrow, amused. "No, nothing happened. I don't take advantage of drunk girls," he said, handing me a cup of coffee. “I prefer when a woman is fully aware, savoring the pleasure she deserves.”"I couldn't help but giggle, my cheeks instantly flushing. Jake’s confidence was disarming, but I appreciated his directness. Then, his tone softened, and he added, "Besides, I don’t think you’re in a good place right now... you know, with your husband leaving and all."My stomach dropped. "Oh my God, did I tell you about that?""Yeah," Jake nodded, his gaze sympathetic. "That's pretty much all you talked about. You were sobbing in your sleep."Humiliation washed over me like a tidal wave. "I’m so sorry," I muttered, shaking my head. I hated feeling weak and especially hated unloading my problems onto someone I barely knew.Jake shrugged casually, his tone light. "No need to apologize. I’m sorry it happened to
The bass thumped in time with my pulse as I made my way back to the dance floor. The crowd was thick, bodies swaying in unison to the heavy beat. I let the music consume me, drowning out the chaos in my mind. It felt like it was the only way to escape the storm of emotions swirling inside me. The betrayal, the anger, the humiliation.For a moment, I wasn’t the woman whose husband had left her without a word. I wasn’t the woman clutching divorce papers with her name already signed by the man she thought she knew. I was just another body on the dance floor, losing herself in the rhythm, free of everything.I danced harder, faster, my body moving as if to exorcise every ounce of frustration. The heat from the crowd wrapped around me, and soon, sweat began to bead on my forehead, my skin damp from the effort. I could feel the alcohol making my movements loose and unrestrained. It was like I was on autopilot, aware of my surroundings but detached, floating somewhere between reality and obl
I was humiliated, completely humiliated. I couldn’t believe my life had flipped upside down in the past 24 hours. Yesterday morning, everything was fine. Jack had kissed me on the cheek and told me to have a great time with Amy at lunch, even saying he’d see me when I got back. How in the world had everything gone so horribly wrong in such a short time? It was like the foundation of my life had crumbled right beneath my feet, and I had no idea how to stop the fall.My thoughts kept racing, replaying every interaction we’d had over the past few weeks, searching for signs I’d missed. But none of it made sense. Jack left me out of the blue, his parents’ smug satisfaction as they handed me divorce papers... It was like I had stepped into a nightmare that I couldn’t wake up from.I was so lost in my head that I didn’t notice the light turning red until a loud beep jolted me back to reality. I glanced to my side, eyes wide, as a car came barreling toward me from the opposite direction. I sl
I hated going to Jack’s parents' house. They lived in one of the wealthiest neighborhoods in the city, an exclusive estate filled with sprawling mansions, manicured lawns, and gates that seemed more like barriers to the outside world. Every time I crossed those gates, I was reminded just how much of an outsider I was.Jack’s father, William Crawford, had built a fortune in the oil business, a legacy passed down from generation to generation. The Crawfords weren’t just wealthy; they were part of the one percent, dripping in old money and family prestige. And Karen, Jack’s mother, made it clear from the very beginning that I didn’t belong in their world.To her, I was a gold digger, someone who had latched onto her son for his wealth. It didn’t matter that Jack and I had met when we were both broke college students or that I had loved him long before I knew the extent of his family’s wealth. In Karen’s eyes, I was an opportunist, someone who had no business being part of their perfect,
"I don’t think you should be alone tonight," Amy said softly, her voice filled with concern. "Please, stay here. Spend the night, and tomorrow we’ll figure out what to do next. It’s already late."I shook my head, trying to force a smile, but it felt hollow."Thanks, Amy, but I don’t want to be a burden. Let me just go home."Amy placed a hand on my arm, squeezing gently. "You could never be a burden, Rachael. Don’t be stubborn. I’ll prepare the guest room for you."I hesitated, glancing at Ethan, who nodded in agreement."Amy’s right, Rachael," he said, his voice steady. "You shouldn’t be alone right now. Let’s get you something to eat, okay?""I’m not hungry," I murmured, slumping back into the couch. "Just give me the rest of the whiskey. I need to drown my sorrows. I can’t sleep, even if I tried. Let me just knock myself out and forget everything, even if it’s just for tonight."Ethan exchanged a worried glance with Amy, but after a moment of hesitation, he handed me the bottle.
“We need to find him,” I break the silence pacing the living room. “Call Ethan. Jack might have talked to him. They’re best friends. If anyone knows what’s going on, it’s Ethan.”Ethan was Amy’s husband; the four of us had been friends since college. Jack and Ethan had been inseparable since childhood, going to the same schools and eventually meeting Amy and me around the same time. If Jack was in trouble or had something on his mind, he would have confided in Ethan. He had to have.Amy hesitates; her face clouded with doubt."Rachael, if Ethan knew something, he would’ve told me by now. I don’t think we should involve him in this. It’ll just make things more complicated."I stopped pacing and glared at her, my frustration boiling over. "Right now, Amy, I don’t care about complications. I’d involve the entire planet if that’s what it takes to get answers."Amy sighs and reluctantly pulled out her phone. She dialed Ethan’s number and pressed it to her ear. After a few rings, she lowere
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