VIVIAN I followed him quietly into the room, my legs trembling as if they might give out at any moment. The sight of his bloodied hand, the wound on his head... it all pointed to something I couldn’t accept. Something I didn’t want to believe.As I entered, Jack walked straight to the dresser, not saying a word, as if nothing had happened. His movements were slow, he was exhausted but trying to hide it. I watched as he reached for the first aid box from the top drawer and began cleaning the wound on his head with shaky hands.My throat tightened as I stood there, watching him in silence for a moment before the words burst out. "Jack, how did you get that bruise?"He didn’t look at me. His focus remaining on the wound as he pressed a cloth against the bleeding spot. “It’s nothing, Viv. Just a scratch.”I took a hesitant step forward. “That’s not an answer. Where did you get hurt? You weren’t here when I got home, and now you show up bleeding from the same place I hit the intrude
VIVIAN I woke up before sunrise. I swung my legs over the side of the bed, feeling the cool floor beneath my feet as I stood up.Every muscle in my body ached, but I pushed through the pain. I couldn’t let it stop me. Not today.I needed answers. Today, I was going to get some clarity. I couldn’t let this gnawing feeling eat away at me any longer.I grabbed a pair of shorts from my drawer, putting them on quickly. The oversized shirt I slipped into next hung loosely on my body, but I didn’t care how I looked. I wasn’t dressing up for anyone. I just needed to get out of the house.Reaching for the bottle of perfume on my dresser, I gave myself a quick spray, the familiar vanilla scent calming my nerves.Focus, Viv. Just go. Find out the truth.I glanced at my phone on the table, checking the time. It was still early….too early for Jack to be awake yet. Good. I didn’t want to answer any more of his questions or deal with his concerned eyes watching my every move.Taking a deep br
JACKThe first thing Jack felt as he woke was the sharp, burning pain radiating from his bruises.He winced as he pushed himself up, running a hand over his sore jaw.But the pain wasn’t his main concern. Vivian was.The memory of the intruder incident from the other night flashed in his mind, and a surge of panic tightened his chest. He threw the covers aside, ignoring the stiffness in his body, and hurried to Vivian’s room.He knocked once, then twice. No answer. “Vivian?” he called out.Still no response.He opened the door and peeked inside. The bed was neatly made, her things were untouched, but she wasn’t there. Jack felt a tight knot form in his stomach.Where could she have gone?He pulled out his phone and dialed her number, his fingers trembling slightly as he pressed ‘call’.It rang. Once. Twice. No answer.He tried again. This time, it went straight to voicemail.“Vivian, where are you?” he muttered to himself, running a hand through his shattered hair. She wouldn’t ju
VIVIAN I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t think.My legs moved on their own as I turned away from the door, stumbling down the hallway. I could hear Jack calling my name, but it felt distant. Why did this hurt so much?Why did seeing him with Clara make me feel like my heart had been ripped apart?I was the one who told him I needed space. I was the one who kept pushing him away. And now, I was the one angry that he was kissing someone else?It didn’t make sense. But the image of them, standing so close, lips brushing…God, I couldn’t get it out of my head.I slammed the door to my room behind me and leaned against it, trying to catch my breath. My chest felt tight, my pulse racing. Why did I feel so… jealous?Before I could even gather my thoughts, there was a knock at the door. A second later, it swung open, and Jack stood there, breathless.“Vivian, wait! It’s not what you think,” he pleaded, stepping inside.I crossed my arms, refusing to look at him. “Oh really? Then what was it, J
VIVIAN I sat on the edge of the bed, my head in my hands. The sound of Clara’s voice, the hurt in her eyes, kept playing over and over in my mind. She didn’t deserve any of this. And yet, somehow, I’d dragged her into it….Into us , into the mess we created. I couldn’t take it. I didn’t want to be near Jack right now. Not after everything that had just happened. I needed space.Standing up, I moved towards the bathroom. After getting dressed, I quickly towel-dried my hair and slipped into my favorite flower-printed short dress. Grabbing my sling bag, I realized I couldn’t stay in this house…not with Jack here. I needed to clear my head.As I stepped out of my room and made my way downstairs, I found Jack in the sitting room, lost in thought, staring blankly at the wall.The moment he saw me, he straightened up “Vivian,” he called out. “Where are you going?”I paused, meeting his gaze for a brief moment before looking away. I didn’t have an answer for him….at least not one I wa
THE INTRUDER I moved silently through the side entrance, making my way into the building. The building was quiet and I loved the fact that no one was at home. It gave me the perfect space to think, to plan, and tonight, everything had to be perfect.As I stepped into the hallway, my eyes immediately caught sight of the CCTV camera perched above. Its blinking red light sent a ripple of annoyance through me.But then I was already prepared for that. Nothing can stop me.I pulled out a small spray can from my pocket, aimed it upward, and sprayed. The mist clung to the lens, clouding it until the camera was effectively blind. I repeated the process on the next camera, ensuring I remained undetected. Now, no one would know I was here.Moving deeper into the building, I kept my pace slow, I couldn’t afford any mistakes. Tonight was the end. Vivian had no idea her time was up, but I was about to fix that.Her room was just ahead. My hand tightened around the door handle as I turned it
JACKI couldn’t breathe. The second I heard from my neighbor that an ambulance had rushed to Vivian’s house, my heart stopped.What the hell had happened?I barely remembered getting into my car or the drive to the hospital.It was all a blur as panic tightened its grip around my chest.Where was she? Why hadn’t anyone called me? My mind raced as I scanned the faces of nurses and doctors bustling around, but none of them seemed to notice the panic I was feeling.Just then, I spotted him…Sebastian. He was standing near the emergency ward, talking to a nurse. His white coat marked him as one of the hospital's doctors.I broke into a run. “Sebastian!”He turned, his face tight with worry, but he remained composed. Seeing him in his doctor mode only heightened my anxiety.“Jack,” he said, holding up a hand, trying to calm me, but I wasn’t having it.“Where is she? What the hell happened?” I demanded, my voice shaking as I grabbed his arm. “Tell me!”Sebastian’s eyes softened with conce
SEBASTIAN “I knew the child wasn’t mine,” I said, breaking the silence that hung heavy in the air. Jack’s eyes shot up to meet mine, wide with shock, but I didn’t flinch. “Vivian told me months ago.”The words hit him like a slap, and I saw the confusion run across his face. He didn’t understand. He didn’t know the half of it.“Why didn’t you say anything?” His voice was shaky, barely holding together.I took a step forward, my gaze hardening. “Because it didn’t change anything for me. I didn’t care if the child wasn’t mine. I love her, Jack. That never changed, not even when she told me you were the father.”He looked like he was going to say something, but I cut him off. “Vivian and I made a deal,” I continued. “You refused to step up. You left her alone, vulnerable. So, we decided to start over…together. I was willing to raise your child because she needed someone, and I wasn’t going to let her go through it alone.”I paused, taking a breath, letting the weight of my words sink
VIVIAN I took a deep breath as I looked down at my daughter, Callie, standing in front of me, her big blue eyes piercing through mine….Oh she looked just like me. “Mommy, you’re beautiful,” she said with a bright smile, her little hands clutching a bouquet of flowers. “Thank you, sweetheart,” I replied, my heart swelling with love. “You’re the most beautiful flower girl in the whole world.” As I gazed at her, I couldn’t help but marvel at how much she had grown in just three years. It felt like just yesterday that I held her in my arms for the first time, and now she was here, radiant and full of joy, ready to be part of my special day. Taking her hand, I walked slowly toward the church doors. The moment I stepped inside, a hush fell over the guests, and every head turned to face us. I felt like a scene from a movie, the soft light filtering through the stained glass illuminating the path before me. My heart raced as I took it all in, overwhelmed by the love that surroun
THREE YEARS LATER The art gallery buzzed with excitement as guests admired the vibrant paintings, each piece telling a story of passion, struggle, and triumph. The space was beautifully lit, with soft music playing in the background. Clara stood at the front of the room, a warm smile on her face as she addressed the crowd.“Thank you, everyone, for being here tonight,” Clara began, her voice filled with emotion. She paused for a moment, taking in the sight of the people who had come to support her. “This gallery has been a dream of mine for as long as I can remember, and seeing it come to life tonight is nothing short of surreal.”The audience clapped politely, and Clara took a breath, glancing at the art behind her before continuing. “I’ve always believed that art is a reflection of our journey….the ups, the downs, the moments that define who we are. And tonight, I’m honored to share that journey with all of you.”As the applause quieted down, Clara’s expression softened, and h
VIVIANWe barely had time to close the door before Jack's hands were all over me. His lips crashed against mine, hungry, desperate, as he backed me up against the wall, his body pressing firmly into mine. My heart raced, matching the rhythm of his rapid, heated kisses. He pulled my coat off, tossing it aside with a low growl as his fingers traced over my skin, igniting every inch of me.“I’ve been waiting for this all night,” he murmured against my lips, his hands slipping down to the tip of my dress, ready to pull it up.But just as the heat was building between us, Jack’s phone buzzed. He ignored it, not breaking the kiss, his hand already sliding up my thigh. The buzzing continued, persistent, as he groaned in frustration, finally glancing at the screen.“It’s the family lawyer,” he muttered.I stilled, pulling back just enough to catch my breath. “You should probably answer that.”Jack sighed, clearly annoyed, but nodded. He pulled out his phone, pressing the speaker button.
VIVIAN I stared down at Mr. and Mrs. Anderson, their faces pale with shock and fear, the heat from the bathroom still suffocating them as they struggled to breathe. The air felt thick, choking, but I could feel nothing but the cold satisfaction swelling inside me."Do you even know who I am?" I asked.Mrs. Anderson's tear-filled eyes darted to mine, confusion twisting her features. "Wha…What are you talking about?" she stammered.I knelt down, bringing my face closer to hers. "I'm Vivian Thompson," I said slowly, watching as the realization dawned in her eyes. "The daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Thompson. The lawyers you murdered years ago... and made it look like an accident."A gasp escaped her lips, her face draining of any remaining color. She turned to her husband, who was equally as stunned, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he struggled to process my words.“No… no, that’s not true!” Mr. Anderson croaked, his voice hoarse from the heat. “We didn’t….”“Don’t lie,” I snapped,
VIVIAN I followed Jack out of the room, my heart beating so fast as we made our way down the hallway to his parents’ bedroom. The weight of my swollen belly slowed me down, but the urgency in Jack’s stride kept me moving."Why would she be calling from inside the house?" Jack muttered under his breath, his brow furrowed in confusion.We reached the door to his parents’ room, but it was silent. Jack pushed it open, revealing an empty space. The bed was neatly made, and everything was in its place, but there was no sign of his parents.“Mom? Dad?” Jack called out, his voice echoing.No answer.I glanced around, a sense of unease crawling up my spine. "Jack… where are they?"Just as Jack was about to speak, we heard a faint voice coming from behind the bathroom door. His mother's voice, weak and strained. “Jack… we’re in here. Help us…”Jack’s eyes darted to me, his expression filled with worry. We moved closer to the bathroom door, and Jack knocked softly. “Mom? What happened? Why
SEBASTIAN I sat on the edge of the couch, my leg bouncing as I kept glancing at the clock. Two minutes late. Not that I was counting…okay, I was, but only because I couldn’t wait to see her. This was, what, our tenth time meeting? And yet, the butterflies in my stomach still showed up every single time.I leaned back, rubbing my palms together. Tonight was the night. I was finally going to ask Clara out….make this official. Vivian had been the one to introduce us, though she still swore it wasn’t a setup. I knew better, though, and I wasn’t complaining. Not one bit.Just then, I heard the door click open. My heart skipped a beat. I couldn’t help the smile that spread across my face as I turned toward the sound. I’d given her a key a few days ago, so now she had free access to my place. Too soon? Maybe, but it just felt... right.As she stepped inside, looking as perfect as always, I tried to play it cool, but my grin betrayed me. "Two minutes late," I said, crossing my arms in
VIVIAN As soon as the door to the room clicked shut, I let out a long breath, sinking onto the bed, my swollen belly feeling like it weighed me down more than usual. Jack leaned against the door, his face cracking into a wide grin."Well, that was something," he whispered, his voice low as he walked over to me.I couldn’t help but laugh, the tension we had carried all day finally dissolving in the privacy of our room. "Tell me about it," I replied, shaking my head. "I didn’t know you were such a good actor, pulling out that blood-soaked handkerchief like you were actually dying."Jack smirked, sitting down beside me and brushing a hair from my face. "Me? I wasn’t the one who had tears streaming down my face, convincing everyone I was terrified for my life. You nearly had me convinced."I laughed harder this time, placing a hand on my stomach, feeling the baby shift inside me. "I surprised myself, to be honest. I didn’t know I could turn on the waterworks like that. The trick is to
JACKI stepped out of the car and moved quickly to Vivian's side, offering my hand to help her out. Her belly had grown significantly, and she placed her hand in mine with a soft smile, her baby bump already showing at seven months. She moved slowly, careful with every step, and I held onto her protectively, steadying her as she place her feet on the floor."Easy there," I murmured, squeezing her hand gently.She sighed, resting her free hand on her swollen stomach. "Feels like I'm carrying a whole football team in here."I chuckled, trying to ease the tension I knew we both felt as we stood outside the my parents house. The maids rushed over to take our luggage, bowing respectfully. We nodded at them, though our minds were elsewhere."Welcome back, Master Jack," one of the maids greeted.I barely acknowledged her, my thoughts too focused on what was waiting inside. Vivian and I exchanged a glance, the same unspoken understanding passing between us. We had known this day was comi
Mrs Anderson I leaned back in the armchair, my hands trembling as I reached for the glass of water on the side table. My body ached in ways it never had before, my chest tight, my energy depleted. It was as if my very life was draining away, piece by piece.It had been months since I started feeling this way…months of unexplained fatigue, dizziness, and sharp pains that came out of nowhere. I had tried to convince myself it was nothing, just a sign of aging, but deep down, I knew something was wrong. Something far worse.Business wasn’t going well either. Of all the wealth and assets we had carefully built, only the original four companies remained profitable. Everything else... it was falling apart. Investors pulling out, partners abandoning us, deals crumbling before our eyes.My husband was faring no better. He had become irritable, plagued by constant headaches and chest pains, but like me, he tried to dismiss it, burying himself in what was left of our failing empire. We h