Annabelle nodded placidly, her gaze sharp as it swept over the room. She ignored the pang of irritation at James’s obliviousness and focused on her next move. “Where’s Rachel?” she asked, her voice calm but carrying an undertone of steel.
James blinked at the shift in her tone. “She went for a walk around the estate. She said it soothes her morning illness,” he said, frowning slightly. “Why?” His eyes darted toward Margaret, who still lingered in the doorway. The sight of their mother’s pale face deepened his frown. “Is there a problem?” he asked again, his tone growing more apprehensive.
Margaret hesitated, her hands clasping and unclasping nervously. She managed a weak shake of her head but couldn’t quite muster a convincing smile.
Annabelle’s smile thinned further, though her tone remained deceptively light. “No problem,” she said. “But I do have some news of my ow
The words landed like a thunderclap. The room fell into a stunned silence and James’s rant cut off mid-sentence. His mouth opened and closed as he stared at Annabelle, his fury momentarily giving way to confusion. Rachel, who had been clutching her cheeks and avoiding eye contact, froze completely, her face draining of color.“What are you talking about?” James finally asked, his voice quieter now but still charged.Annabelle turned her gaze to Rachel, her expression cold and unrelenting. “Would you like to tell him, Rachel?” she asked, her tone deceptively calm. “Or should I?”Rachel’s lips trembled, her eyes darting to James and then back to Annabelle. “This is ridiculous,” she said, her voice shaking. “James, she’s lying. She’s just trying to cause trouble.”“Am I?” Annabelle challenged, taking a step closer to her brother. “Do you really think I&rsquo
When he finally spoke, his voice was low, almost a whisper. “Who the hell is this?” He turned to Rachel, eyes dark with heartbreak. “Who is this man, Rachel?”Rachel opened her mouth, but no words came out. Her eyes darted frantically between James and Annabelle, her cheeks flushed with panic. She stammered, “James, I—”Annabelle didn’t give her the chance to finish. “His name is Victor Nolls,” she said, her voice hard as steel. “The man Rachel’s been seeing behind your back. And the real father of her child.”The color drained from Rachel’s face at Annabelle’s words, her reaction betraying her before she could deny it. She flinched visibly at Victor’s name, and though she shook her head weakly, her protests were unconvincing.“No, that’s not true!” Rachel finally managed to choke out. “James, I would never—”“Do
Lila Robinson stifled a yawn, the clinking champagne glasses and forced cheer doing little to mask the hollowness she felt inside. She sat at a round table adorned with crisp white linens. Her father-in-law’s victory speech droned on, his words blurring with the hum of the crowd. She glanced at her husband, James, across the table, engaged in animated discussion with his business associates. The celebration was in full swing but Lila felt detached, her mind wandering to the bitter reality of her marriage.Across the table, Rachel, her husband’s mistress sat perched like a peacock. The woman had single-handedly turned Lila’s life into a living nightmare. She and James had been stealing glances at each other throughout the ceremony. Their poorly disguised performance was a public display meant to wound Lila. She absentmindedly stirred her drink, wishing she could leave but social decorum demanded her presence. She was trapped, forced to put on a smiling face for the sake of appearances.
Gasps and murmurs rippled through the crowd. Lila’s mouth dropped open in shock. “That’s not true!” she cried, her voice rising. “She fell on purpose!” James’ face contorted with fury. “How could you, Lila?!” he shouted. “She’s pregnant! With MY baby!” Her vision blurred with tears. “James, I swear, I didn’t push her. She did this to herself. She’s lying!” Before James could respond, his father, David Robinson, stepped forward. His commanding presence silenced the room. “Enough!” he barked. “Someone call for an ambulance now.” The room became a blur of movement and noise. Lila felt a hand on her shoulder and turned to see James’ mother, Margaret, looking at her with a mixture of pity and accusation. “Lila, dear, why don’t you come with me?” The words were said gently but firmly. As Margaret led her away, Lila looked back to see James cradling Rachel, his face speaking of his anguish. The betrayal cut deep, sharper than any knife. In that moment, Lila realized that her marriag
Lila sank to the cold, unforgiving floor, her body shaking with sobs. She felt utterly alone, trapped in a nightmare she could not escape from. The silence surrounding her increased her fear. She could not understand why this was happening. Had James ordered this? Did he really believe she had tried to kill Rachel?A single flickering bulb above her cast an unsettling glow, highlighting the dust particles dancing in the stale air.Lila’s mind raced with possibilities, each more terrifying that the last. What if Rachel lost the baby and blamed her? What if James divorced her and left her with nothing? The future stretched out before her, bleak and uncertain.She thought of Annabelle, the only person who believed in her innocence. Annabelle would fight for her, she had to. But would her quiet, gentle sister-in-law be able to stand up to the powerful forces standing against Lila? The doubt ate at her, threatening to overwhelm the small hope Annabelle’s support had given her.Lila hugged
Lila stood in her room, packing her belongings into a worn suitcase. This room had once been a place of comfort, but now it was no longer hers. The divorce papers were signed, and her time in this house was coming to an end.Annabelle was beside her, helping to fold clothes and pack items. She moved with quiet efficiency, but her face was covered in sorrow and guilt. “Lila, I’m so sorry,” Annabelle said, her voice trembling slightly. “I should have done more to stop James from falling for Rachel’s scheme. I should have made him see the truth.”Lila paused and placed a hand on Annabelle’s arm. “Annabelle, you did everything you could. You believed me when no one else did. That’s more than enough.” She sighed. “James made his choice, and Rachel played her cards well. There was nothing more you could have done.”Annabelle shook her head, tears brimming in her eyes. “It’s so unfair. You’ve always been good to James. I can’t believe he’s letting Rachel manipulate him like this.”Lila sigh
Lila sat in the middle of the hotel bed, staring at her laptop in frustration. She had sent out countless resumes and filled out numerous job applications, but nothing had come of it. Each passing day mirrored the previous one – a monotonous routine of scouring endless job boards and submitting applications that she never got replies to. The hotel room, though clean and comfortable, was starting to feel claustrophobic. Her savings were dwindling, and she didn’t want to touch her alimony or the gracious sum Annabelle had gifted her yet. The anxiety of not finding work was starting to overwhelm her.Desperation drove her to reach out to Annabelle. She dialed the familiar number, her heart heavy with the weight of her request. Annabelle picked up on the second ring. “Lila, darling. How are you holding up?” Annabelle’s voice was warm and concerned.“Not great,” Lila admitted, her voice small. “I’ve been looking for jobs everywhere, but there are so few openings and I haven’t gotten a sin
Disoriented sunlight streamed through unfamiliar woven blinds, pulling Lila from sleep. Her eyes fluttered open, and she was met with an unfamiliar ceiling. She sat up with a start, her mind foggy. Where was she? The memories came flooding back - her husband's betrayal, his mistress, the separation. She was at her sister-in-law's beach home, a temporary refuge. The tranquil turquoise walls of the master bedroom of Annabelle's beach house were a stark contrast to the beige tones of her own carefully curated room in the house that was no longer her home. She gazed around the room, taking in the decor. The walls were adorned with shells and driftwood, a far cry from her own elegant and modern style. The bedspread was a vibrant floral pattern, and the furniture was worn and cozy. It was a beachy, laid-back vibe that was foreign to her, but she appreciated the warmth and comfort it exuded. The rhythmic crash of waves replaced the usual city sounds, and the salty tang in the air was a wo
When he finally spoke, his voice was low, almost a whisper. “Who the hell is this?” He turned to Rachel, eyes dark with heartbreak. “Who is this man, Rachel?”Rachel opened her mouth, but no words came out. Her eyes darted frantically between James and Annabelle, her cheeks flushed with panic. She stammered, “James, I—”Annabelle didn’t give her the chance to finish. “His name is Victor Nolls,” she said, her voice hard as steel. “The man Rachel’s been seeing behind your back. And the real father of her child.”The color drained from Rachel’s face at Annabelle’s words, her reaction betraying her before she could deny it. She flinched visibly at Victor’s name, and though she shook her head weakly, her protests were unconvincing.“No, that’s not true!” Rachel finally managed to choke out. “James, I would never—”“Do
The words landed like a thunderclap. The room fell into a stunned silence and James’s rant cut off mid-sentence. His mouth opened and closed as he stared at Annabelle, his fury momentarily giving way to confusion. Rachel, who had been clutching her cheeks and avoiding eye contact, froze completely, her face draining of color.“What are you talking about?” James finally asked, his voice quieter now but still charged.Annabelle turned her gaze to Rachel, her expression cold and unrelenting. “Would you like to tell him, Rachel?” she asked, her tone deceptively calm. “Or should I?”Rachel’s lips trembled, her eyes darting to James and then back to Annabelle. “This is ridiculous,” she said, her voice shaking. “James, she’s lying. She’s just trying to cause trouble.”“Am I?” Annabelle challenged, taking a step closer to her brother. “Do you really think I&rsquo
Annabelle nodded placidly, her gaze sharp as it swept over the room. She ignored the pang of irritation at James’s obliviousness and focused on her next move. “Where’s Rachel?” she asked, her voice calm but carrying an undertone of steel.James blinked at the shift in her tone. “She went for a walk around the estate. She said it soothes her morning illness,” he said, frowning slightly. “Why?” His eyes darted toward Margaret, who still lingered in the doorway. The sight of their mother’s pale face deepened his frown. “Is there a problem?” he asked again, his tone growing more apprehensive.Margaret hesitated, her hands clasping and unclasping nervously. She managed a weak shake of her head but couldn’t quite muster a convincing smile.Annabelle’s smile thinned further, though her tone remained deceptively light. “No problem,” she said. “But I do have some news of my ow
Margaret wrung her hands nervously, glancing toward the door as if afraid someone might overhear. “It’s Rachel,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “She made the announcement at breakfast. James, my poor boy, is so happy of course, but your father... He’s furious. He suspects something.”Annabelle snorted, the sound humorless. “Of course he does. He might be blind when it comes to James, but even he knows Rachel’s a liar.” She began pacing the room. “I warned her, Mother. I told her to leave before I got back. And now she pulls this? She’s trying to trap James—again.”Margaret nodded, her face pale. “I know, but—”“But what?” Annabelle snapped, cutting her off. “You know as well as I do that James can’t father a child. So why haven’t you told Father? Why haven’t you put an end to this circus?”Margaret
Annabelle gripped the steering wheel so tightly her knuckles turned white, her foot pressing harder against the gas pedal with each passing mile. The early morning light bathed the countryside in golden hues, but she barely noticed the scenery rushing past her. Her mind was a storm of fury, her thoughts circling around Rachel like a hawk homing in on its prey.How dare she?Annabelle’s jaw clenched, her teeth grinding audibly as she replayed Margaret’s words in her head. Rachel had blatantly disregarded her warning—no, her command—to leave the house. She had given that third rate nightwalker a clear ultimatum before leaving for Sea’s Edge: pack up and disappear from James’s life before her return. But Rachel had done the opposite. Not only had she stayed, but she’d played a card so bold it made Annabelle’s blood boil.The announcement of a pregnancy, whether it was real or not, was a move designed
Their quiet time was suddenly interrupted by the sudden buzz of Annabelle’s phone. She groaned, leaning back in her chair and closing her eyes. “I swear, they can’t give me one day of peace. It’s probably something about the household.” Her hand brushed against the pocket of her robe where the phone was tucked, but she didn’t fish it out. “Maybe I should just let it ring and go to voicemail.”Lila shook her head and nudged Annabelle with her elbow. “Oh, come on. What if it’s something important? You never know—it might be an office emergency where you’re needed.”Annabelle sighed dramatically, but there was a hint of resignation in her movements as she pulled the phone out. Glancing at the caller ID, her brow furrowed. “It’s my mother.” Alarm flickered in her eyes as she swiped to answer. “What’s wrong, Mum?”Her mother’s voice came through the
The truth Annabelle had revealed had opened a floodgate and Lila couldn't stop the memories flooding her senses, dragging her back to a time she had tried so hard to bury.It was the third time she and James had tried and failed this month alone. The third time a pregnancy test had shown her the stark disappointment of a single pink line. Lila stood in their bathroom, her trembling hand clutching the negative test. The air in the room felt suffocating as she stared blankly at the tiny plastic stick, her hope draining with each passing second. It was nearly two years into her marriage with James, and she hadn’t given the family an heir yet. She bit her lip, fighting back tears. They never failed to remind her of it.When she stepped into the bedroom, James was sitting on the edge of their bed, his elbows resting on his knees, hands clasped as though in prayer. His jaw was set tight, and his eyes darted up to meet hers the moment she entered. He didn&
The two women sat in silence for a moment. As the soft hum of the ocean filled the quiet, Lila stared into the swirling depths of her coffee, her thoughts too loud to ignore. It had gone cold, and she couldn’t bring herself to drink it anymore. Instead, she set it down. The gentle breeze carried the salty tang of the sea air, brushing against Lila's face as she took a deep breath.The scenery should have been calming, but it wasn’t. Not for her.“I’m so scared,” Lila finally whispered, her voice breaking the stillness like a fragile thread snapping.Annabelle turned her head, her brows knitting in concern. She rested a hand on Lila’s shoulder, squeezing gently. “Scared of what? Is it Dominic? Are you afraid things won’t work out between you two?”Lila opened her mouth to respond, but before she could utter a word, Annabelle pressed on, her tone light and reassuring. “If that’s what’s
Lila sat on the creaky wooden porch, her hands wrapped around the warm ceramic of her coffee mug as if it could pour its heat over the chill in her bones. The golden hues painted across the sky as the sun rose was beautiful but the beauty of it was lost on her. The faint lines etched on her face told the story of a night of restless tossing and turning.Even now, her thoughts were plagued by shadows of the past that refused to stay buried. She sipped her coffee, but even the bitter taste cut through the exhaustion clouding her mind.The front door creaked open behind her, and she didn’t have to turn to know who it was. Annabelle’s sound of relief was as familiar as the sound of the waves lapping against the shore. “There you are! I’ve been looking for you everywhere.”Lila forced a tired smile and turned her head slightly. “Good morning,” she said, her voice quiet. “I woke up early and didn’t want to disturb