JASON. My Nicole can't break up with me and be dead... This is just a lie!!! The wind rushes past me as I sprint down the familiar roads, my hospital gown flapping against my legs as my heart pounds in rhythm with my racing thoughts. What the hell just happened back there? Mom and Dad, acting
JASON. A day later, I’m pacing the grand hall of what I thought was my parent's mansion, my footsteps echoing off the cold marble floors. The place feels suffocatingly unfamiliar, despite everyone here acting like they know me. Warriors and servants nod their heads respectfully as I pass, their g
What kind of life did I have if I can’t even recognize myself in it? My parents walk into the living room with concern etched on their faces but they don't say anything. Suddenly, the sound of small, hurried footsteps pulls me out of my swirling thoughts as the main door to the mansion creaks open,
STACY (Meanwhile, at Jason’s office…) I shuffle the papers on Jason’s desk, signing off on the last of the daily approvals with a pen that feels heavier than it should. The chair beneath me creaks, but I barely notice. My focus is on the stack of documents that never seems to shrink—the mountain
Hannah leans closer, her expression soft with understanding. “Sometimes memories resurface when you least expect them. But you have to be patient, Stacy. If you push too hard, you might only drive him further away. I know that your love can conquer anything.” Patience and love. Not exactly my stro
STACY. Later That Evening… The faint sound of splashing water echoes through the bathroom as I kneel by the tub, running a washcloth over Liam’s arms. His cheeks are flushed from the warmth, as his little hands are busy creating waves in the soapy water. “Mommy,” Liam says, his voice bright, “
This is definitely progress from yesterday… I smile to myself. — Hours later, the night air clings to me, thick and heavy, as I stare at the ceiling. Sleep feels impossible. My thoughts keep circling back to the old woman. Her gaze isn’t something I can shake. Every time I close my eyes, she’s t
JASON. The ache in my head is unbearable, a relentless thudding that drowns out everything else. My muscles burn, but it isn’t from training. It’s something deeper, something clawing at me from the inside. I storm into the men's room at the training arena, slamming the door hard enough to ra
I stare at the pile, then burst out laughing. “Were you two planning to open a pharmacy?” Daniel smirks. “Figured it was better to be thorough.” I shake my head, grabbing one of the tests and handing it to Stacy. “Alright, go pee on this.” Stacy glares at me like I just asked her to do something
HANNAH “You, get a doctor! Now!” Daniel’s voice booms through the wedding venue, commanding instant obedience from the nearest guard. But even as the order leaves his lips, I tighten my grip on his arm. “Baby, I am a doctor, remember?” His eyes flick to mine, realization dawning before he steps a
HANNAH. "Uh-uh, no, not today" Stacy says the moment her eyes land on Margaret. "Please, just hear me out," Margaret pleads, standing in a simple deep red dress suited for her age. She looks… hesitant, so unlike her usual self. Gone is the cold authority, and the condescending stare. Instead, he
HANNAH. (Hours later) Dinner is tense, the air thick with an unspoken rivalry that neither Roxanne nor I are willing to acknowledge outright. The dining room is dimly lit, with the scent of roasted chicken filling the air, but I can barely focus on the food. My attention is solely on Daniel and
She ends the call and turns to me, practically glowing with excitement. "Great news. That was an old friend of mine who owns a bridal boutique. I asked for a favor earlier, and she’s sending over a selection of dresses, ones you’ll actually like." I let out a breath of relief, shaking my head. "Th
ANNAH. (An hour later) I sit cross-legged on the couch, flipping through a bridal magazine Stacy came home with while she scribbles notes in a planner. The coffee table between us is littered with fabric swatches, floral arrangements, and sample wedding invitations. The scent of fresh roses fr
"You’re a damn tease," I snap. Daniel only smirks before lowering his mouth to my breast, his tongue flicking over my nipple before sucking it between his lips. "Mmm," I murmur, arching my back to press my breast further into his mouth. My body is on fire, every nerve ending alive under his touc
HANNAH "You want proof that you are the only woman I love? Fine. I'll show you proof," Daniel says while locking the bedroom door behind him. I frown slightly as my pulse quickens. "What do you think you are doing?” He doesn't respond to my question but walks toward me with the grace of a leop
She nods faintly, leaning against me as we walk. But just as we reach the steps, Roxanne stumbles. I react instantly, catching her before she can fall. Her hands grip my shoulders for support, and as I pull her upright, our faces end up dangerously too close even for my own comfort. Her breath bru