Daniel The low hum of my car engine filled the air as I pulled up to the dimly lit café where I was about to meet Elise and Lexi. For weeks, I’d been digging into the chaos surrounding Lexi’s life—the deception, the betrayals, the lies—but this new piece of information had me questioning everything. I glanced at the file on the passenger seat, my fingers tightening on the steering wheel. They weren’t going to like what I had to say, but they deserved to know the truth. With a deep breath, I grabbed the file and stepped out into the cool evening air. Inside, Elise and Lexi sat in a booth at the back, their faces tense with anticipation. I made my way over, sliding into the seat across from them. “You’ve got news,” Elise said, her voice steady, but her eyes betrayed her anxiety. “I do,” I said, placing the file on the table. “And I’ll be honest—it’s not the kind of news you’ll want to hear.” Lexi leaned forward, her hazel eyes narrowing. “Just tell us, Daniel. What did you
Lexi “So…” Elise began cautiously, breaking the silence. “Are you going to keep the baby?” “Of course,” I finally said, my voice firm. “I can’t afford to hurt my baby.” Elise nodded, her eyes soft with understanding. “It’s a lot to take in, Lexi. You’re dealing with so much already.” My jaw tightened. “I know. But one thing’s for sure—Julian will never know about this baby. He doesn’t deserve to.” Elise frowned, tilting her head. “Are you sure about that? I mean, it’s his child too, Lexi. Don’t you think—” “No,” I snapped, cutting her off. “He’s been living with Alexa, thinking she’s me, trusting her, loving her. He couldn’t even tell the difference between us, Elise. That’s unforgivable. He lost the right to know anything about me or this baby.” Elise leaned back, studying me carefully. “Alright,” she said finally, her tone careful. “But what’s your plan, then? You can’t hide forever, Lexi. If you’re going to take your life back, you need to figure out how to get to the pentho
Lexi I leaned back in my chair, my hands clenched into fists. “We’re getting closer, Elise. I can feel it.” Elise nodded, though her expression was cautious. “We are. But we need to be careful, Lexi. Carla isn’t the only enemy we’re up against. Alexa, Catherine… they’re all working against you.” “Let them,” I said fiercely. “I’ve been hiding for too long, Elise. It’s time for them to see what I’m capable of.” Elise smiled faintly, though it didn’t quite reach her eyes. “Just promise me one thing, Lexi.” “What?” “Don’t lose yourself in the process. Revenge can be a dangerous thing.” I didn’t respond, because deep down, I wasn’t sure I could keep that promise. Catherine I sat in the sterile room, the walls around me a dull shade of white. The asylum was quiet, the only sound the faint hum of fluorescent lights above. The door creaked open, and I looked up, expecting another nurse or doctor. But when I saw who it was, my heart stopped. Lexi. The asylum was surrounded by tall
Lexi paced the length of Elise’s living room, her mind racing. The plan was coming together, but every step forward felt like walking a tightrope. She had managed to stay hidden this long, but one wrong move could bring everything crashing down. Elise leaned against the kitchen counter, her arms crossed. “You’ve been pacing for ten minutes, Lexi. Sit down before you wear a hole in my floor.” Lexi stopped mid-stride, running a hand through her auburn hair. “I can’t help it. There’s too much riding on this.” Elise softened her tone. “I get it, but we’ve got a plan now. Daniel’s finding Carla. Once we know where she is, we can use her to get back to the penthouse and expose Alexa.” Lexi dropped onto the couch, exhaling sharply. “It’s not just that. It’s…” She hesitated, her voice dropping. “It’s Julian. He’s so blind to all of this. I can’t decide if I’m angry or hurt.” Elise grabbed two mugs of tea from the counter and handed one to Lexi. “Both are valid. But you need to focus. Ju
Elise Watching Lexi prepare for this plan was like witnessing someone light a fuse and wait for the explosion. She was determined, fierce—but there was this sadness in her eyes that she refused to show. “Are you ready for this?” I asked, leaning against the hotel dresser. Lexi didn’t look at me right away. Instead, she stared into the mirror, adjusting the black jacket she’d put on. “Ready? No. But I don’t have a choice, do I?” I walked over, placing a hand on her shoulder. “You do have a choice, Lex. You always have a choice. You don’t have to go in there alone.” She turned to me, her hazel eyes blazing. “I appreciate you, Elise. I really do. But this is something I need to do myself. Alexa took everything from me—my life, my identity, my trust. I have to be the one to take it back.” “And Julian?” I asked cautiously. “What happens if he’s there? If he tries to stop you?” Her face hardened, but there was this flicker of pain in her voice when she answered. “Julian made his choi
Elise My breath caught in my throat as Julian stepped into the room, his eyes locked on Lexi—the real Lexi. For a moment, everything froze. Alexa’s eyes flickered with panic, but Lexi was calm, steady, unshaken. Then Julian’s gaze snapped between the two of them, his confusion evident in the way his brow furrowed, and his mouth parted as if he couldn’t process what was happening. “What’s going on here?” Julian’s voice trembled slightly, filled with disbelief. He glanced from Lexi to Alexa, his eyes narrowing as he tried to make sense of the scene unfolding before him. Alexa took a step forward, her voice turning desperate. “Julian, don’t listen to her. She’s lying to you. She’s just trying to ruin everything.” But Julian didn’t look at Alexa anymore. His eyes were fixed on Lexi, his confusion deepening. “What… what is this?” His voice cracked, the weight of realization dawning on him. “How are you… you’re not…?” “Don’t tell me you didn’t notice,” Lexi shot back, her voice bitin
Julian I stepped outside, my mind spinning so fast it felt like I might lose my balance. The cold night air barely registered—I could still hear Lexi’s voice in my head, still see her standing there, her hazel eyes burning with anger and something else. Something deeper. Something real. But how? How had I not seen it? How had I spent months with someone who wasn’t even her? A hand touched my arm, and I turned sharply, my body still tense from the confrontation. Elise stood beside me, watching me closely. “I figured you might need a minute,” she said. I exhaled sharply. “A minute? Try a lifetime. None of this makes any damn sense, Elise.” I ran a hand through my hair, my pulse hammering against my skull. “I was living with a stranger, Elise. A stranger who looked exactly like Lexi, talked like her, acted like her. And I had no idea.” Elise let out a slow breath. “That’s the thing about deception, Julian. It’s easy to believe what you want to believe. She played the part perfect
Julian I walked the hallway outside Lexi’s room, my mind racing. Elise sat nearby, her arms crossed tightly over her chest. Neither of us spoke for a while. “She’ll be okay,” Elise finally said, her voice softer than usual. I dragged a hand through my hair, frustration clawing at my insides. “She shouldn’t have to be okay. This shouldn’t have happened in the first place.” Elise sighed. “We both know that’s not how life works.” I clenched my jaw, my fists tightening. Alexa had been right under my nose, pretending to be Lexi, and I hadn’t seen it. I had trusted her. I had lived with her. And now Lexi was lying in that hospital bed because of my blindness. Without another word, I turned on my heel and stalked down the hall. “Where are you going?” Elise called after me. I didn’t stop walking. “To end this.” Julian The fluorescent lights of the asylum buzzed faintly overhead, casting a sickly glow on the white walls. The air smelled like antiseptic and something stale—something
The funeral had ended, but people lingered, murmuring, whispering—judging.I had already introduced Lexi to them, made it clear who she was to me, but I knew some of them wouldn’t let it go. These people thrived on gossip, clung to their outdated ideas of status and power.I stood near the doorway, barely listening to Henry talk to one of my mother’s old friends. My patience was wearing thin. I needed to leave.Then I heard it.A sharp voice, laced with condescension, from across the room.“She’s just after his money. That’s all women like her do—trap men like Julian. He was always too naïve when it came to pretty faces.”I froze. My entire body went rigid.“She probably saw the way he lived and decided to get knocked up,” the voice continued, smug and cruel. “What else would a nobody like her be doing with a man like him?”A quiet gasp. Then Lexi’s voice—calm, but firm. “You don’t know a damn thing about me.”My head turned sharply.Across the room, Lexi stood with her arms crossed,
**Julian’s Pov**The morning of the burial felt cold. Gray clouds filled the sky, creating a sad atmosphere that felt appropriate.People came in and out of the house, speaking softly and wearing black. Some faces were familiar—relatives I saw at family gatherings, ones who sent Holiday cards or called once a year out of duty. Others, I barely recognized.Then, there were those I didn’t want here at all.I stood by the window, watching more cars pull up outside. The air inside the house felt heavy with grief and quiet whispers, but underneath it all, tension lingered.Lexi stood by my side, quiet but supportive. Her fingers lightly touched mine, providing comfort.Henry entered, looking tired. “They’re all here,” he said softly.I nodded. “Let’s get this over with.”Lexi squeezed my hand.We stepped outside together. The backyard was set up for a small ceremony before the burial. Rows of chairs faced a plain wooden casket decorated with white lilies—my mother’s favorite.As I looked a
**Lexi’s POV** The morning was calm and quiet, but something about it felt off. Julian was at the kitchen table, his fingers mindlessly tapping against the wood as he fixated on his cold coffee. The tension hanging in the air was stifling, laden with an unsaid burden. The last few days had been long, and I knew he was still wrestling with everything that had occurred with Alexa. But there was something more. Something heavier. When his phone rang, it cut through the quiet. He barely looked at the screen before picking up. “Yeah,” he replied, his voice rough. I observed him intently, waiting. Then, I noticed it—the change. The way his body tensed, his knuckles whitening as he clutched the phone tightly. I straightened up. “Julian?” His jaw tightened. Whatever he was hearing wasn’t good. A long silence expanded between us until he finally spoke again. “I understand,” he said, his voice low. “When?” I didn’t realize I was holding my breath until he ended the call. The
Lexi’s POV I stared at the clock on the wall, watching the minutes crawl by. Kayla was gone. Not in the way I had once feared, but in a way that finally gave me hope. She had agreed to get help. The night had been long, filled with difficult conversations, broken sobs, and painful acceptance. But in the end, she had listened. She had looked me in the eyes, truly looked at me, and nodded. Julian wasted no time making the necessary arrangements. By dawn, she was in the hands of professionals, taken to a place where she could finally get the help she needed. I exhaled slowly, pressing my fingers against my temple. My body was exhausted, but my mind refused to rest. Julian entered the room, his presence grounding. “She’s settled,” he said. “The doctor says she’s in good hands.” I nodded. “That’s good. That’s… really good.” Alexander stirred in his crib, his small hand curling into a fist. I reached out, brushing my fingers over his soft skin. “She loved him, in her own way,” I murm
Lexi’s POVThe barrel of the gun felt like ice against my forehead. My breath hitched, my body frozen in place. My son—my baby—was in her arms, just inches away, and I couldn’t do a damn thing.Alexa’s smirk deepened as she tilted her head. “Not so tough now, are you?” she taunted, pressing the gun harder against my skin.Julian moved, but one of her men cocked a gun in his direction. “Don’t,” Alexa warned, her voice laced with amusement. “I’d hate for this to get messy.”Julian’s jaw clenched. “Let them go, Alexa. This isn’t the way.”Alexa chuckled. “The way?” she echoed mockingly. “You still think there’s a way out of this where you win?” She glanced at Kayla, who was still seated, eerily quiet. “Tell them, Kayla. Tell them how you betrayed them.”Kayla smiled—smiled. “I was only doing what I was told,” she murmured, her voice distant, detached.My stomach twisted. She wasn’t just manipulated—she was gone.“Kayla, please,” I tried, forcing my voice to stay steady. “This isn’t you.
Lexi’s POVWhen Julian made the turn toward the diner, my heart leapt in my chest. This was it. The lead we needed.I couldn’t let myself get ahead of things. I couldn’t let myself hope—not yet. I focused on breathing, trying to steady my nerves, trying to stay strong. We weren’t there yet.But my mind kept racing. What if we get there and it’s already too late?The car screeched to a stop in front of the diner.I was out of the car before Julian could even park properly, my heart pounding with every step I took toward the entrance. Julian was right behind me, his presence strong, steady, and protective. But the fear that gripped me was stronger.“Stay here,” Julian commanded, pulling me back. “I’ll handle this. Just stay out of sight for a moment.”Julian’s POVI could feel the urgency in Lexi’s movements as we approached the diner, but I had to keep it together. This wasn’t just about rushing in—it was about getting answers.The diner was small, quiet for the time of night. I could
Lexis pov “We’ll find them,” Julian said again, more forcefully this time. “I’m having men sweep the entire area. Stay here. Don’t leave the house.”“No!” I shouted, my voice panicked. “I’m not staying here, Julian. Not without my son.”I was already pulling on my coat, ignoring the icy chill that had settled in the air. I couldn’t just wait. I had to go. I had to be the one to find him.He grabbed my wrist, pulling me back. “Lexi, listen to me.” His voice was steady but laced with concern. “You need to stay calm. If you come with me, we’re going to be able to cover more ground. Trust me.”I didn’t trust anyone in this moment. The fear was too sharp, too overwhelming. But I nodded anyway. He was right about one thing. I needed to stay focused.Julian’s POVThe cold air outside was a relief, but I could see the fear on Lexi’s face as we slid into the car. The engine roared to life, but my mind was running in a hundred directions. I couldn’t focus. All I could think about was the terro
Lexi’s POVThe gala had been a success. I could feel the buzz of the evening still lingering in my bones, the adulation of the crowd, the celebration, and the way Julian’s hand had gripped mine as we walked together. They had just returned from the gala—an extravagant affair that Lexi had initially dreaded but ended up enjoying more than she’d expected. Julian had been his usual, charming self, and for the first time in a long while, Lexi felt like they were in a good place, both as a couple and as a family.“Alexander’s probably asleep by now,” Julian said, slipping off his tuxedo jacket and tossing it onto the nearby chair. “We’ll just check in on him before we—”Lexi’s eyes darted to the side. The house felt too quiet, too still.“Kayla?” she called, her voice tentative. “Kayla, are you here?”There was no answer. She frowned, a small knot of unease settling in her stomach. Kayla had been doing better. She had been better—so why wasn’t she here?Lexi walked farther into the living
Kayla's POV“Kayla, I think we’re ready for the final evaluation,” Dr. Roberts said, her voice steady. “I’ve seen the progress you’ve made, and I’m confident in saying that you’re in a much healthier state than when we first met.”Kayla’s heart skipped a beat. Final evaluation? Was it really happening?Dr. Roberts smiled gently, sensing her uncertainty. “This doesn’t mean you’re done with therapy, but it’s an important milestone. It means you’re stable enough to take the next step.”Kayla’s chest tightened. “So… what now?”“You’ll continue your treatment, but it’s time for me to assess whether you need ongoing therapy or if a psychiatrist would be a better fit for your needs,” Dr. Roberts explained. “You’ve made excellent strides, Kayla. But some people need longer-term care.”Kayla swallowed hard, her thoughts racing. She’d been afraid of this moment—afraid that once they reached this point, they would tell her she wasn’t ready, that she would never be fully healed. But now, as Dr. R