SCARLETT “Are you okay?” I ask Mom as she enters with a frown and she quickly fixes her face, saying she is before adding that the person she went to meet with didn’t show up.“How rude. Who was it?” I ask, but she says no one really important to be wasting more of her time on. She throws her purse on the sofa, asking me what I feel like, and I place my phone down, getting to my feet as I reply, “How about my favorite lamb dish?"She knows what it is, and she smiles, asking if I’m going to help. Of course, I am. I don’t really know much about cooking since I kind of grew up in the Sterling House and no one but the chefs cook there, but whenever I spend time with my mom, I help with what I can.So, while she takes out the lamb shoulder and starts peeling the potatoes, I grab a small bowl and start mixing the minced garlic and all the other ingredients I need to form the paste.This is the only recipe I almost know off the top of my head because it’s my favorite comfort food. Mom went
NARRATOR “What’s wrong?” Karina, Scarlett’s mother asks, placing down the dessert dish. She had purchased Scarlett's dessert and was ready to plate it as she waited for her to come back from her conversation with Colette. She takes long strides toward Scarlett, who stumbles inside, tears welling up in her eyes and the only thing she manages to mutter is Mrs. Sterling as she crumbles in her mother’s arms. “What did she say? What happened?” Karina exclaims, her concern gripping her facial features as she holds a sobbing Scarlett. She’s confused. Just now Scarlett was chatting and laughing, and now she comes back looking like death. Karina’s heart speeds up, her mind racing back to the Reed incident, but she doesn’t understand; Colette didn’t sound upset when she spoke to Scarlett on the phone and even when they spoke, it sounded as though she had put the whole thing behind as long as Scarlett did what she asked. Questions flood her mind and she continues asking Scarlett what happen
SCARLETT “Good morning,” Mom says, walking over to me on the bed and I realize it’s morning. I don’t even know when I fell asleep and I’m still so exhausted emotionally. I reply, sitting up, and she says she’s making breakfast and is taking the day off to stay with me, but that won’t work. Lark’s coming to pick me up and I haven’t even figured out where I’m going to say I’m going to her yet. I tell her there’s no need to take a day off, adding that I promised Ollie to go with her to visit her grandmother and we are leaving after the one class that I have today. She frowns, asking if I’m sure I’m up to it, adding that I look exhausted and I nod, telling her the drive will probably do me some good and that I need to get out of the house. She says she was thinking we could get our hair done, but I promise we can do it when I come back. “Ollie was thinking of spending the weekend over there, so I might take a few clothes just in case,” I add because I can’t just go to London with one
SCARLETT “Hey, Reed says with the brightest smile as he holds the door open for me and I throw myself in his arms, whispering "hi" back. When we pull back from the lingering hug that has gotten me emotional, knowing what I came here to do, he connects our lips in a long kiss that has my tears threatening to fall. Larken came to get me as Reed said, and as I settled inside the plane I felt like I had it, like I could do this, and I spent those last many hours ensuring myself that I could. But now, seeing him and looking into his eyes, it’s hard, and I have to remind myself that I have to let him go, no matter how hard it is. He thanks Larken, taking my bag from him. It’s not a big bag since I brought a few things—just things to change too—and I told him I had it, but he insisted on helping me carry it. He doesn’t stay and bids us a good evening since it’s late, and I thank him, too, as Reed closes the door behind him before suddenly pooling me into a hug.“Thank you for coming. I mi
Chapter 32SCARLETT “What are you saying? My parents weren’t forced to marry Scarlett. My mother loves my dad. Why would you say that? Why would you say she doesn’t?” he asks, and I open my mouth to reply but close it again, realizing I’ve already said too much. Instead, when I speak again, I go back to what I was telling him—that our relationship will never work—but startle when he cups my face, not expecting him to. “Do you love me, Scarlett?” he asks, and I tell him he knows I do. “Then why aren’t you fighting for us like I’m doing? I’m not speaking to my parents because of us—because I’m fighting for us and showing them I won’t back down. That’s how much I love you. Why aren’t you doing the same? Why do you attempt to end our relationship whenever things become difficult? I spoke to you when I came down. I told you it didn’t matter what my mother wanted because I would not let her destroy something that meant so much to me. Why is it that this relationship doesn’t mean that muc
REED Frantically run through the street, my voice is hoarse from calling out her name, and each step sends a jolt of panic through me, my heart hammering in my chest so hard I can feel it vibrate in my ears. I don’t know where she could have gone, and the uncertainty claws at me while my mother’s words echo relentlessly in my mind. How could she have done such things? The realization that my whole life has been a lie hits me like a punch in the gut, leaving me reeling, lost in a sea of confusion and hurt. “Scarlett!” I call out again, my voice choked with emotion. Tears blur my vision, but I press on, driven by the desperate need to find her. The thought of her alone and scared somewhere tears at my insides, sending waves of anguish crashing over me.I shouldn’t have let her go, but I was overwhelmed, paralyzed by shock and disbelief. Now, the regret claws at me, twisting my gut with every passing second. I should have been there for her; I should have comforted her. Now I do not k
SCARLETT “Mm..” soft mummers escape my lips as I turn to my side, awoken by what sounds like hushed sobs. For a fleeting moment, I convince myself it’s a dream, refusing to open my eyes, but soon it becomes clear it’s not and they flutter open to find the room still cloaked in darkness. Just then, I realize Reed is not beside me and I groggily sit up, glancing at the clock to see that it’s 2:30 am. The distant sobs persist, guiding my gaze toward the source—the bathroom—and I feel a pang of worry tighten my chest, realization sinking in as I listen to the tortured sound. Without disturbing the darkness, I rise from the bed, my heart heavy with the weight of his pain, as I head to the bathroom. Slowly pushing the door open, my eyes lock onto Reed’s silhouette, seated on the floor, his head buried in his knees, while the echoes of his anguish pierce the silence.Tears well in my eyes, knowing I am the cause of this torment. He doesn’t blame me, but I blame myself. Aching to mend his
SCARLETT I struggle to hold back my tears as Reed and I finish packing my things. He takes the suitcases and places them by the door. He’s already taken his things to the car. After that, he takes out his phone and plops on the bed, scrolling on it while I stand in the middle of the room, glancing around one last time, my heart heavy with the weight of the next step, which is facing my mother. I tell Reed that I’m going to her now and he nods, causing me to look at him confused. “You’re not coming with me?” I ask him, seeing as he’s not moving. It’s after 6 p.m., and we arrived about an hour ago. My mother finishes at 4 p.m., so she is already done, and we decided to pack first before I go to her. My mind drifts off to when we left Mrs. Sterling calling after Reed at the penthouse and my heart sinks all over again. But I quickly shake it out of my head. Reed looks up at me, saying he thinks it’s best if I go to my mother alone. But I’m scared of facing her alone. I don’t even kno
SEVEN MONTHS LATER SCARLETT “Are you ready?” Reed asks as he enters the room, and I tell him I am. We are about to go to his parents' house for lunch with his family. However, I would be lying if I said I was not tired. Reed's parents ended up giving their marriage a second chance, and they renewed their wedding vows two days ago. My body is still recovering from the after-party. Colette wanted to wait until baby Emme was born, which was three months ago. The ceremony was beautiful, and I’m thrilled for them; they deserve all the happiness in the world, especially with everything they have both overcome. Reed and I are celebrating another special occasion today. Elena and her goons were sentenced this morning, thanks to Reed's assistance in pursuing her. Elena was sentenced to ten years in prison for manslaughter, while her accomplices received fifteen years. I think they deserve more, especially Elena, but I am glad they did not get away. Jolene is also overjoyed with the c
SCARLETT"We have arrived, Mom," I say, unable to hide my excitement, and I can tell Mom is relieved. We blindfolded her, and I know she was eager to get to the destination. The car comes to a halt, and Reed steps out to assist Mom. He and I hold her hands as we guide her to the spot where she will have a clear view of the house. We stop, and Reed asks her if she’s ready."I am," she replies, her voice steady but curious. Reed removes the blindfold, and I let out a small scream of excitement next to her."Welcome to your new home," he says, and Mom looks at him in confusion before turning to me."What is this?" she asks, and I cannot contain my excitement as I tell her it is her new home. "Reed bought it for you," I add, and she stands rigid at my words, her eyes widening. She looks back at Reed, her voice a whisper. "What is Scarlett talking about?"Reed repeats, "The house is a gift, from both of us." Mom takes another look at the house before shaking her head."I cannot accept this
SCARLETTWe all look at Milo as he ends the phone call with his father. Reed asks what he said, and Milo’s next words surprise us. His father left. He says he had to go somewhere, and we should continue with dinner. We had already done so, but we were simply sitting around the table, waiting for him to return. Now it’s clear he won’t be returning, so we get up. It is late, and Reed and I need to get home, so we say goodnight to Milo and Lj. Reed then takes out his phone to check on his mother; she should have arrived by now. She answers quickly, and Reed looks at me and says she is upstairs. He helps me up, and we leave, thanking the staff member who enters to clear everything as we go.Reed knocks, and his mother opens the door, already in her robe but my eyes widen, taking in her expression. She looks like she has been crying, even though she tries to put on a smile for us.We hug, and Reed asks when she got home. It’s around the time Luke came to get Mr. Sterling. We see clothes o
SCARLETT“I’m sorry,” Reed says, holding me, and I sob in his arms after reading the letter Lexi wrote to me. In the letter, she expressed her regrets. She said she never meant to hurt me or Reed. Even though she said she never meant to hurt Reed or me, she admitted that she had unintentionally hurt us and that in the end, it did not matter what her intentions were. I struggled to finish it and broke down in tears. It still feels surreal, the wound is still raw, and I am not sure how I will face her mother without crumbling. Reed wipes my tears as we pull away from the hug, and I tell him I am ready to go now, and that I called Ollie to let her know we were on our way. She is going with us. We head out and Reed opens the car door for me, and I slide inside and take a deep breath, knowing I have to be strong for Lexi’s family. I cannot be the one falling apart. I spoke to Mom before we left Reed's house, and she told me that Lexi's mom couldn't speak to them the last time they went
SCARLETT“It’s not your fault, Scarlett. Mom holds me in her arms as I cry, saying, "You did not know this was going to happen," but we both know it would not have happened if I had not been upset with Lexi. I can’t believe she’s gone, and my heart is bleeding. I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to forgive myself. Reed tried to stop me, but I didn’t listen and looked up the story online and read about how Lexi was bullied to the point of having an accident.She did not have an Ace like I did to tell everyone to leave her alone, and she might have had if I had not turned my back on her. I was frustrated and hurt by her actions, but I did not want her to die, and no one deserves to go through what she did. Furthermore, it no longer matters how angry I was with her or what she did. All of this pales in comparison to her life, and despite Reed and Mom's constant reminders about the baby and the negative effects of stress on my health, I find myself powerless to stop it.I do not want any
NARRATOR Reed finishes the call with Larken, and just then, Milo appears and tells him that their grandfather is ready to leave, but Reed has one more thing to do, so he tells Milo he will catch them in the car and sprints back inside. He takes the stairs two at a time, racing to let Scarlett know he will be back soon, but just as he reaches the top, he hears a frantic and urgent voice—Scarlett's mother's."Scarlett! Scarlett!"Hearing the same voice, his parents burst out of their room. They all rush towards the sound, their hearts racing and dread curling in their stomachs as they realize it is coming from Scarlett's old bedroom.Reed's chest tightens as he approaches the doorway, his parents trailing him as he enters. The scene is chaotic. Scarlett lies on the floor, convulsing violently, her mother kneeling beside her, tears streaming down her cheeks.The room tilts as Reed stares in horror, his mother gasping, her hand flying to her mouth. He sprints toward Scarlett, but his mo
SCARLETTI walk out of the room, stretching, and bump into Mrs. Sterling in the hallway, coming from the guest room. She smiles and asks how I slept, and I tell her that I slept well even though I did not get much sleep. We went to bed in the early hours of the morning, and Reed and his brothers were quite drunk by then. I smile when I think about them. I am happy for them, and it is still surreal that Mr. Sterling is back. Mrs. Sterling says she’s heading to the kitchen to make breakfast, and it’s the first time I hear her mention cooking. I smile at her, and she blushes, trying not to show that she's blushing, as she invites me to join her, which I do, wondering if Reed is still sleeping. He and his brothers went to sleep with their father, which is why Mrs. Sterling is coming out of the guest room. As if she can read my mind, she confirms that she just checked on them, and they are all still sleeping, so I happily join her downstairs. When we enter the kitchen, we find my mom i
SCARLETT“Hey, how did it go?” I softly ask Reed as he enters the room after checking on his father, and he collapses onto the bed, looking completely defeated. I wrap my arms around him, asking again how it went, and he pulls back and looks me in the face with a sad expression that makes my heart lurch. "He lost his memories," he says, prompting me to inquire about his meaning. Mr. Sterling didn't appear to be a person who had no memories, and Reed clarifies that his father doesn't recall the past twenty years of his life. “He doesn’t remember me or my mother,” Reed adds, and my heart clenches. “I’m sorry, Reed,” I say, and we share a hug. He takes a deep breath in the embrace before saying, “He doesn’t deserve this. His life has been hard enough, putting up with a wife who hated him, and now this. It’s like he can’t catch a break, Scarlett,” he continues, and I pull back from the hug, cupping his face. “I’m so sorry,” I say again before adding that maybe it’s because of the traum
SCARLETT Mr. Sterling narrates a chilling story, his voice laced with emotion as he describes waking up in an unfamiliar place, surrounded by people who intended to harvest his organs. His voice falters at times, and he turns to William for assistance with the details he cannot recall. William steps in, filling the gaps, his own voice heavy with the weight of the ordeal. But as Mr. Sterling speaks, it becomes clear he’s not well. He is pale, his hands tremble slightly, and his words occasionally sound strained. He admits he doesn’t know how he survived the shooting or where the organ harvesters found him. All he knows is that he woke up with William, who risked everything to help him escape. The specifics blur together, but it’s clear how traumatic the experience was. However, those details don’t matter much right now. What matters is that he's here. He's alive. His gaze lingers on Reed, and he smiles emotionally every time their eyes meet. Reed, overwhelmed, can only smile back t