As Flora stood outside the police station, the weight of the day’s events pressed down on her like the bitter cold seeping into her bones. The crisp evening air felt sharp against her skin, cutting through her thin coat and making her shiver. She wrapped her arms around herself, not to ward off the cold but to protect herself from the heavy melancholy clinging to her heart. The streetlights cast long, thin shadows across the pavement, their yellow glow unable to chase away the growing darkness that loomed within her.
The sight of Janice being led away in handcuffs should have felt triumphant, should have brought her some relief. But instead, Flora felt a hollow emptiness. The woman who had blackmailed her, manipulated her, and terrorized her was finally caught, yet it didn’t feel like a victory. Nothing about this day felt victorious. The answers she had hoped to find were as elusive as ever, slipping further out of reach with every moment that passed.She inhaled deeply, thThe thought of facing Alice filled her with dread. Janice had been a monster, but Alice… Alice was cold, distant, and calculating. Flora had no reason to believe that her stepmother would offer her any more truth than Janice had. In fact, there was every reason to believe that Alice might withhold the truth out of spite. The two women had always had a strained relationship, their interactions fraught with tension and veiled resentment. But Flora shook her head, a bitter smile tugging at her lips. "How can I trust her? What if she refuses to tell me anything, just to keep me in the dark? What if she’s been lying to me all along? And… what if she’s in on this with Janice?" She sighed deeply, her breath fogging the window as she stared out at the passing streets. The buildings blurred together, her mind too tangled in its own web of fears and doubts to focus on the world outside. Damien’s presence beside her was comforting, but it couldn’t banish the storm brewing w
The great door groaned slightly as Flora knocked, and a moment later, it swung open to reveal the butler, his face as impassive as ever. With a slight nod, he stepped aside, allowing Flora and Damien to enter. The vast hallway stretched before them, its cold grandeur offering no comfort. They had barely crossed the threshold when the soft sound of footsteps caught Flora’s attention.Olivia was descending the stairs, her figure delicate in the dim lighting. Her face, still drawn and morose, brightened momentarily before it froze upon seeing Flora and Damien together. She halted mid-step, her breath catching as her eyes darted between them.“Hello,” she greeted shakily, her voice wavering with uncertainty as her gaze lingered on Damien. A faint blush tinged her cheeks as if the weight of past regrets had suddenly resurfaced. Flora watched her carefully, knowing that Olivia must be feeling particularly uncomfortable, given the last time she and Damien had met. It had been at th
For a moment, Alice did nothing. She simply stood there, her posture defiant as she stared at Flora with cold, calculating eyes. But when she saw that neither Flora nor Damien was backing down, her expression shifted, her jaw tightening. Still, she didn’t move.Flora’s patience, already frayed beyond measure, snapped. “If you won’t talk to me about Janice,” she said, her voice now cold with authority, “then perhaps you’ll talk to the police—from inside a jail cell.”At the mention of Janice’s name, Alice faltered. Her knees buckled, and she reached out to steady herself, grabbing the edge of the cupboard she had been searching. A curse escaped her lips, loud and uncharacteristically coarse. The mask of control she had always worn slipped just for a moment, revealing the fear and uncertainty lurking beneath.Alice’s reaction confirmed what Flora had suspected all along—Janice and Alice were connected in ways Flora didn’t fully understand, but it was clear that the older w
Alice’s voice faltered for a second, her pride still wounded by the memory. “I waited. A month. Two. Then six. I finally swallowed my pride and reached out to him… only to find out he had moved on.”Flora stared at her, her breath shallow, knowing what was coming next but dreading it all the same.“He was with Vera. Your mother,” Alice continued, her voice bitter. “And they were going strong.”Flora felt like the air had been knocked out of her. Her mother. Her father. And Alice. How had they been so entwined in each other's lives, and Flora never knew?Alice shook her head, her expression one of disdain. “After that, I threw myself into work. I didn’t have time to pine over him. We drifted apart. Years passed, and we didn’t speak. Even though we were in the same city, even though we were often in the same social circles, we acted like we didn’t know each other.”Alice paused, her fingers tightening into fists. “Then one night, out of the blue, he showed up at my
Flora’s chest tightened with every passing second, every word that slipped from Alice’s lips felt like another dagger in her heart. The atmosphere in the room was stifling, thick with tension. She could feel the oppressive weight of it pressing down on her shoulders. Alice sat across from her, composed in a way that made Flora’s skin crawl, as if recounting the slow, deliberate destruction of her mother’s life was nothing more than a trivial memory.She took a slow, steadying breath, her fingers still entwined with Damien’s, his touch grounding her in a moment that threatened to tear her apart. She could feel the heat of her anger rising again, her pulse quickening with every word Alice uttered. But when she looked at Damien, his calm, reassuring gaze met hers, and she found the strength to keep herself from lashing out. She needed to hear everything.Damien, steady as a heartbeat and unmoving by Flora’s side, sensed her rising anger. His hand tightened around hers, a groun
The words hung in the air like poison, and Flora’s breath caught in her throat. “What?” she whispered, her voice barely audible. The room fell silent, the weight of Alice’s words crashing into Flora like a wave. Her breath caught in her throat, and her hand gripped Damien’s so tightly it was as if she were holding onto a lifeline. Alice’s face remained impassive, but there was a flicker of something dark in her eyes. “It stopped me in my tracks,” she said. “I didn’t respond right away. I just left. I thought she was messing with me. But the thought stayed with me, haunted me. I couldn’t stop thinking about it. What if Vera wasn’t there anymore?The idea of being rid of Vera, of finally having Edgar to myself… I couldn’t shake it. I started imagining what it would be like—to be the woman Edgar showed off in public, instead of the one he hid away.” Flora felt bile rise in her throat. How had Alice been so cruel? So greedy? How had she allowed herself to ev
The tears that Flora had been holding back finally spilled over, and she shook with the weight of her grief. She could barely breathe, barely think past the anguish that filled her heart. Her mother had died believing that her husband had loved her, but all the while, he had been running to Alice, crying on her shoulder, seeking solace in the arms of the woman who had helped destroy her.Damien squeezed Flora’s hand, but even his presence, solid and comforting as it was, couldn’t dull the pain that had taken root in her chest.“She didn’t deserve this,” Flora choked out, her voice breaking with the weight of her sorrow. “My mother didn’t deserve this.”Alice said nothing, her expression unreadable as she stared at the table. But Flora didn’t need her to say anything. Her mother was gone, and nothing could change that. But as she sat there, holding Damien’s hand, Flora made a silent promise to herself. She would make sure that her mother’s death was not in vain. Ali
Flora’s eyes darted up, locking onto Alice’s, her heart skipping a beat. The image was vivid in her mind—Janice, smug and calculating, sitting comfortably in the very heart of their home. The same woman who had stolen her mother’s life.“She was smiling at me,” Alice continued, her voice low. “Just like the first day I met her. And Edgar… he was sitting there, staring at me. I looked into his eyes, and I knew. I knew he had found out.”Flora’s breath hitched in her throat. Damien fished out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped her trail of tears, the soft material pressing gently against her cheeks. It was comforting, but it couldn’t dull the pain that pierced her heart. “Edgar confronted me,” Alice said, her voice shaking. “His voice was low, seething, and he asked me if it was true—if I had killed Vera. And I denied it. I lied right to his face.” Alice took a deep breath. “But then Janice played a recording,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “It was a cli
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Two Weeks Later The evening had settled into a comfortable warmth as Flora parked her car in the driveway of Damien’s estate. The sky was a gentle gradient of fading sunset hues, a perfect close to what had been a long but fulfilling day with Eva. They had been going over the offers from several publishing houses and TV studios, that wanted to monetize Flora's experience with Alice and Janice. It had been exhausting, but there was a sense of peace that came with knowing everything with Alice was truly over. Justice had been served, and Flora was finally free. With a content sigh, she gathered her things, pushing open the front door. The house was unusually quiet, save for the faint rustle of the breeze outside and the distant clinking of glass from the kitchen. A cozy warmth greeted her, the familiar scent of home wrapping her in comfort as she stepped inside. "Hello?" she called out softly, slipping off her shoes and setting
Flora’s breath caught in her throat, but she held her composure, her hands clenched so tightly her knuckles turned white. She cast a glance across the courtroom and met Alice’s eyes. There was no fire in them, no anger or hatred. Only resignation. This was her fate, sealed and unchangeable. Alice would spend the rest of her life in jail. There would be no escape, no return to the life she once knew. She would die there, alone. The judge then turned her attention to Janice, who sat trembling in her seat. “As for Janice Holden,” the judge said, her tone unwavering, “for the charge of conspiracy to commit murder, and for the misuse of her professional authority as a nurse, resulting in the death of Vera Wicks, this court finds the defendant guilty.” Janice sobbed openly as the judge delivered her sentence: twenty-five years to life, with the possibility of parole only after serving the minimum term. But even with parole, Janice would never fully escape her crimes.
The next few days blurred together, filled with a whirlwind of action and emotion as Flora set the final stage for justice. Filing the formal report against Alice was both cathartic and devastating, but it was something Flora knew she had to do. This was the final step in a journey that had begun when her life was torn apart by betrayal, and now, she was finally fighting back. Alice was arrested almost immediately after Flora's report, and to everyone's surprise, she didn’t resist. For the first time in their long and painful history, she didn’t fight back. There were no screaming matches, no attempts to manipulate or twist the situation in her favor, no venomous remarks hurled in Flora’s direction. Instead, Alice turned herself over with an unsettling calm, submitting a written confession detailing her involvement in both the death of Flora’s mother and the accident that had left her father a prisoner in his own mind. Flora knew Alice’s cooperation wasn’t born
A chill ran down her spine, and she stammered out the first question that came to mind. “Olivia…are you—”Before she could finish, Olivia let out a bitter laugh, the sound filled with a weight of sorrow and exhaustion. It wasn’t a happy laugh, but one of disbelief at her own situation.“Yes, I’m pregnant,” Olivia confirmed softly, cutting off Flora’s stumbling attempt to find the right words. She rubbed her palm lightly over her stomach as if to comfort herself more than anything else. “And before you ask, it’s Cyprus’s.”Flora’s breath caught in her throat. Cyprus. Of course it was his. Her mind flew to that one disastrous night that Olivia had had with the arrogant vice president of Defendwise Ventures.“Olivia…” Flora whispered, her voice thick with disbelief. “What are you going to do?”The question hung in the air like a fragile thread, and for a moment, Olivia seemed lost, her gaze fixed on some distant point beyond the supermarket, beyond the immediate rea
Olivia’s face was puffy, her eyes rimmed red and swollen from crying. She looked utterly devastated, her usual composed demeanor shattered. Her bottom lip quivered as she attempted a smile, but it was weak, trembling at the edges. "Flora," Olivia whispered, her voice cracking. Flora stepped forward, unsure whether to close the distance between them or keep some space. She could see the exhaustion written across Olivia’s features, the turmoil swirling behind her eyes. For a moment, neither of them spoke, the weight of what had brought them here pressing down on both of them. Olivia broke the silence first, her voice barely above a whisper. “I—I didn’t know.” She choked on the words, shaking her head as fresh tears welled in her eyes. “I didn’t know what my mother was capable of. I swear to you, Flora, I didn’t know any of it.” Flora stood still, absorbing Olivia’s words. She wanted to believe her. Desperately. But the betrayal of the past day,
The buzzing of Flora’s phone startled her out of her thoughts. It was Olivia. The message read:“Can you meet me in thirty minutes? There's a small 24-hour supermarket called "Pinegrove Market" not far from the estate. I’ll be there. Please, Flora, I really need to talk.”Flora’s pulse quickened as she read the message. Thirty minutes? She glanced at the clock. It was late, and while her body still ached with exhaustion, the urgency in Olivia’s words cut through any hesitation. Something in her gut told her this couldn’t wait. Without overthinking it, she typed a quick reply:“I’ll be there.”She stood up from the couch, assessing her loose pants and short-sleeved top. They would have to do for such an impromptu meeting. She padded quietly upstairs, not wanting to disturb the peaceful quiet of Damien’s home. He was fast asleep, one arm draped over his eyes, his breathing steady and calm. Flora felt a pang of guilt for slipping out, but she had to do this. Bending dow
Just as the words left Eva’s mouth, the kitchen door opened, and Damien stepped inside. He looked at Flora, his gaze soft and warm, and without a word, he crossed the room and kissed her gently on the temple. “Eva’s already started drafting the court papers,” he said, finishing Eva’s sentence. His voice was calm, matter-of-fact, as though they were discussing something far less monumental.Flora blinked, still processing everything. “Has Alice made a move since we left the estate?” she asked, her voice quiet but steady.Damien shook his head. “No,” he replied. “I think she knows this is the end for her.”The weight of his words settled over the room, and for a moment, there was nothing but the soft sound of the stew bubbling on the stove and Whiskerton’s contented purring. Flora exhaled slowly, a mixture of relief and exhaustion washing over her.That night, after dinner had been cleared away and Catarina and Eva had gone off to bed, Flora sat alone on the couch in t
Flora blinked, her eyes stinging with fresh tears. She knew who had orchestrated this—who had called Catarina and Eva, who had made sure that when Flora woke up, she wouldn’t be alone. It had to be Damien. He had seen how close she was to breaking, how much she needed the people around her now. Swallowing the lump in her throat, Flora looked between Catarina and Eva, her lips trembling with a bittersweet smile. “Thank you,” she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. “Thank you for coming.” Catarina patted her cheek affectionately. “You’re stuck with us now,” she said with a soft almost motherly smile, before turning back to the stove to finish serving the stew. “Now, sit down and eat before you collapse. I made your favorite.” Flora’s stomach growled again in response, and she let out a soft laugh. Their presence, combined with the savory aroma of the stew, filled the room with a sense of comfort that Flora hadn’t realised she'd been craving .