Aria stepped back with Melissa's hand on her arm, both of them lost in the moment.The screen lit up with the surveillance footage. Brandon and I had climbed the mountain, and there he was, glancing over the cliff edge with a sneer, then turning that same look on me.The moment he struck his pose, his hands on my leg, he shoved hard. The camera caught it all.Aria's face drained of color as she watched.However, Melissa pointed at the screen, accusing, "No, look! Noelle is grabbing his shirt. She did this!"I faced her with a calm stare. "I was about to fall. Who wouldn't grab for anything to stay up?"The cops sided with me, and Melissa's glare could have cut glass.The video kept playing, showing me trying to pull Brandon back from the edge. Alas, down he went, into the abyss.The footage said it all: I had no part in Brandon's fall.Aria and Melissa were left speechless.A month later, I did as Brandon had said, retrieving the lottery ticket from the bank's safe deposit bo
"Noelle, you've got to stay strong, okay? Brandon may be gone, but you still have me, your bestie. I'm here for you, always."Melissa Simmons clung to me, chattering away since the moment I showed up at the hospital.Glancing down at my hands and feet, it hit me—I had been given a second chance, sent back to the very day my husband Brandon Scott had died.In my previous life, I was at work when I got the news of Brandon's stroke. By the time I made it to the hospital, he was already gone.Weeks of relentless work and heartache had taken their toll. I collapsed, coughing up blood. From that day forward, I was bedridden with a severe illness.To make matters worse, my mother-in-law kept my condition a secret from my parents and took me in, only to let the illness run its course without treatment.As I lay dying, a news flash on the TV announced the winner of a 15 million-dollar lottery jackpot—it was my late husband.There, right beside my husband Brandon in the photo, was my so-c
I stood there, an impassive observer, as Brandon's mother, Aria Brown, clad in her luxurious mink coat, lost all composure and made a spectacle of herself on the ground.A curious crowd had formed, their whispers and pointed looks directed at me."A mother should never be denied the chance to see her son one last time, no matter the circumstances.""That woman doesn't look like she's ever lived a day quietly in her life.""Who dresses up that nicely right after her husband's death? She's probably just come from a rendezvous with some lover."The murmurs did not faze me. Melissa, on the other hand, rushed to Aria's side, helping her up. "Mrs. Scott, please stand up. Noelle didn't mean for this to happen."Aria regained her footing and jabbed a finger at me. "You're dead to us. The Scott family wants nothing to do with you, and you certainly won't be handling my son's final affairs."I let a small smile play on my lips. "Mom, surely you know I kept it from you because I thought yo
I let out a mocking laugh and settled back into my seat.'Thinking of eating? Enjoy your final feast,' I mused bitterly.I took a seat beside Brandon. Not long after, Aria approached with a cup of water in hand and a smile plastered on her face."Noelle, I was wrong about you. You must be worn out. Here, have some water," she offered.I dismissed her with a wave. "Save it, Mom. You go get some rest. I'll be the one sitting by my husband for the next three days, and I don't need any help."Aria's face turned stormy, and she snapped, "That's not going to work. Wouldn't that lead to starvation?"Had I not known she was fretting over Brandon, I might have mistaken her for a caring mother-in-law."Thanks for the concern, but if I get hungry, I'll just grab a bite to eat," I assured her.Aria gritted her teeth, barely holding back her anger. "At least drink some water."When she tried to force the water on me, I took the cup and pretended to sip.Satisfied, Aria finally left.That
Brandon had not expected me to look up. Biting his lip, he was stuck in an awkward spot, unsure whether to sit or stand.Aria snapped out of it first. "My boy, how on earth did you come back?! This is a miracle for the Scotts!"Brandon quickly joined in the act. "It's like I've been on a round trip to the brink and back these last few days, Mom. It feels so good to be alive."I could not hold back my own feelings, wrapping my arms around Brandon. "Honey, I'm so relieved you're here! We're never going to be apart again!"Those words cast a shadow over Brandon, Aria, and Melissa's faces.Melissa cut in sharply. "Enough. Now that Brandon is up, let's spread the word. The mourning is over."I turned to her. "Melissa, you've done a lot, running around helping us out. However, you're not family, so you might as well head home. We'll sort out our own mess."Melissa bit her lip, glancing at Brandon.He gave a subtle shake of his head, a silent plea for calm.With a huff, Melissa spun
I snorted. When they had all been scheming against me, no one seemed to care about my suffering. However, when it came to Melissa, my mere suggestion was suddenly off-limits. Talk about hypocrisy."Come on, I was only kidding. Why is everyone taking it to heart?"I turned to Aria. "Mom, if you're so fond of her, why not make it official and adopt Melissa as your goddaughter? That'd make you two even closer."The table went silent, faces mixed with different emotions, but nobody spoke up.I was the only one who seemed to enjoy the meal.It was clear that Brandon and Aria were plotting to divorce me quickly. My job was simple: stay sharp and keep my eyes peeled. I never knew how deep their venom ran.That night, I retreated to my room while Brandon, Aria, and Melissa stayed behind on the couch, glued to the television screen.Aria had insisted Melissa spend the night, a sure sign they had some secret to hash out.I had the foresight to leave my phone on record, tucked behind th
'You can't reason with a bullheaded spirit,' I mused to myself.Yara was hell-bent on a crash course, so I shrugged off any guilt and moved myself into the guest room.In the dead of night, I heard a sneaky rustle at the door.Peeking through a sliver of an opening, I caught Brandon and Aria tiptoeing back in with a few workers in tow. Shadows crept through the darkness, slipping into the master bedroom.Brandon and Aria were on the lookout, ready to spring a trap on any cheaters.Little did they know, I was in the guest room, and the person they were about to surprise was his very own cousin.The house fell silent again after a brief, sharp gasp from a woman.The master bedroom was a vault, sound-wise, so I was spared the details.Two hours later, Brandon burst into the master bedroom, fuming, "Noelle, you've got some nerve, bringing a guy over while I'm away. We're done!"However, when the lights flicked on, his anger turned to confusion. "Yara? What are you doing here?"Ru
Just as I thought, Brandon and Aria were cooking up a new scheme.However, I never expected such a vile plan, one that aimed to send me six feet under.I calmly acted clueless and put Brandon's phone right back where I found it.A few days on, Brandon announced he had snagged a month off work for a family road trip.This had to be their grand plan.I did not put up a fight; I just nodded along.When we set off, Brandon even brought Melissa along. The three of them were all smiles and laughter, looking like the perfect little family, while I felt like the odd one out.We pulled up to a cozy guest house in the suburbs, and no sooner had we dropped our bags than Brandon suggested a hike.One look at Aria and Melissa's smirking faces, and I knew what was up.They were laying a trap.However, I agreed to go, curious to see if Brandon had the guts to actually push me off a cliff.Up the mountain we went, and Brandon was suddenly acting nice, making small talk and offering to carry
Aria stepped back with Melissa's hand on her arm, both of them lost in the moment.The screen lit up with the surveillance footage. Brandon and I had climbed the mountain, and there he was, glancing over the cliff edge with a sneer, then turning that same look on me.The moment he struck his pose, his hands on my leg, he shoved hard. The camera caught it all.Aria's face drained of color as she watched.However, Melissa pointed at the screen, accusing, "No, look! Noelle is grabbing his shirt. She did this!"I faced her with a calm stare. "I was about to fall. Who wouldn't grab for anything to stay up?"The cops sided with me, and Melissa's glare could have cut glass.The video kept playing, showing me trying to pull Brandon back from the edge. Alas, down he went, into the abyss.The footage said it all: I had no part in Brandon's fall.Aria and Melissa were left speechless.A month later, I did as Brandon had said, retrieving the lottery ticket from the bank's safe deposit bo
"How do I know you're not feeding me a line?"Brandon was desperate. "I swear it's the truth. I didn't even tell my mom, scared she might let it slip. Not safe. Don't believe me? We'll check it out as soon as we're off this mountain."He did not look like he was lying, so I nodded and reached out to pull him up.However, he had been dangling for too long, his hands slick with sweat.I gripped tight, but he slipped right through and fell.I watched helplessly as Brandon vanished from my sight, tumbling into the abyss.Not a sound from him.Brandon's death was not on me, but it happened right before my eyes. My brain short-circuited for a second before it hit me to call the cops.Maybe Brandon could still be saved?Revenge had crossed my mind, but I never wanted blood on my hands.I dialed 911, and the cops were on the move in no time.The rescue team found Brandon at the cliff's base, his head cracked open on a rock—dead on impact.I trailed behind as they carted Brandon's b
Brandon had not expected me to catch him. Off-balance, he stumbled back even further than I had, his foot slipping dangerously close to the cliff's edge.Clutching my hand, tears streamed down his face as he pleaded, "Darling, don't let go! I beg you, I don't want to die!"I could not help but laugh at his pitiful state. "Fess up. Were you trying to kill me?"Brandon would not confess, shaking his head frantically. "No, my love! You have my word, I had no intention of killing you. It was all a joke!"I stared at him with icy detachment. "This is your last chance, or else out here, no one will know if I let go."Cornered, Brandon confessed. "I'm sorry. It was Melissa's idea! She said no one would suspect me if you 'accidentally' fell off the cliff.""So, you and Melissa have been an item for a while?""Yes, she came to me first. On our trip six months ago, she ended up in my bed, and I... I gave in."My face must have said it all because Brandon started groveling. "I'm sorry, I'
Just as I thought, Brandon and Aria were cooking up a new scheme.However, I never expected such a vile plan, one that aimed to send me six feet under.I calmly acted clueless and put Brandon's phone right back where I found it.A few days on, Brandon announced he had snagged a month off work for a family road trip.This had to be their grand plan.I did not put up a fight; I just nodded along.When we set off, Brandon even brought Melissa along. The three of them were all smiles and laughter, looking like the perfect little family, while I felt like the odd one out.We pulled up to a cozy guest house in the suburbs, and no sooner had we dropped our bags than Brandon suggested a hike.One look at Aria and Melissa's smirking faces, and I knew what was up.They were laying a trap.However, I agreed to go, curious to see if Brandon had the guts to actually push me off a cliff.Up the mountain we went, and Brandon was suddenly acting nice, making small talk and offering to carry
'You can't reason with a bullheaded spirit,' I mused to myself.Yara was hell-bent on a crash course, so I shrugged off any guilt and moved myself into the guest room.In the dead of night, I heard a sneaky rustle at the door.Peeking through a sliver of an opening, I caught Brandon and Aria tiptoeing back in with a few workers in tow. Shadows crept through the darkness, slipping into the master bedroom.Brandon and Aria were on the lookout, ready to spring a trap on any cheaters.Little did they know, I was in the guest room, and the person they were about to surprise was his very own cousin.The house fell silent again after a brief, sharp gasp from a woman.The master bedroom was a vault, sound-wise, so I was spared the details.Two hours later, Brandon burst into the master bedroom, fuming, "Noelle, you've got some nerve, bringing a guy over while I'm away. We're done!"However, when the lights flicked on, his anger turned to confusion. "Yara? What are you doing here?"Ru
I snorted. When they had all been scheming against me, no one seemed to care about my suffering. However, when it came to Melissa, my mere suggestion was suddenly off-limits. Talk about hypocrisy."Come on, I was only kidding. Why is everyone taking it to heart?"I turned to Aria. "Mom, if you're so fond of her, why not make it official and adopt Melissa as your goddaughter? That'd make you two even closer."The table went silent, faces mixed with different emotions, but nobody spoke up.I was the only one who seemed to enjoy the meal.It was clear that Brandon and Aria were plotting to divorce me quickly. My job was simple: stay sharp and keep my eyes peeled. I never knew how deep their venom ran.That night, I retreated to my room while Brandon, Aria, and Melissa stayed behind on the couch, glued to the television screen.Aria had insisted Melissa spend the night, a sure sign they had some secret to hash out.I had the foresight to leave my phone on record, tucked behind th
Brandon had not expected me to look up. Biting his lip, he was stuck in an awkward spot, unsure whether to sit or stand.Aria snapped out of it first. "My boy, how on earth did you come back?! This is a miracle for the Scotts!"Brandon quickly joined in the act. "It's like I've been on a round trip to the brink and back these last few days, Mom. It feels so good to be alive."I could not hold back my own feelings, wrapping my arms around Brandon. "Honey, I'm so relieved you're here! We're never going to be apart again!"Those words cast a shadow over Brandon, Aria, and Melissa's faces.Melissa cut in sharply. "Enough. Now that Brandon is up, let's spread the word. The mourning is over."I turned to her. "Melissa, you've done a lot, running around helping us out. However, you're not family, so you might as well head home. We'll sort out our own mess."Melissa bit her lip, glancing at Brandon.He gave a subtle shake of his head, a silent plea for calm.With a huff, Melissa spun
I let out a mocking laugh and settled back into my seat.'Thinking of eating? Enjoy your final feast,' I mused bitterly.I took a seat beside Brandon. Not long after, Aria approached with a cup of water in hand and a smile plastered on her face."Noelle, I was wrong about you. You must be worn out. Here, have some water," she offered.I dismissed her with a wave. "Save it, Mom. You go get some rest. I'll be the one sitting by my husband for the next three days, and I don't need any help."Aria's face turned stormy, and she snapped, "That's not going to work. Wouldn't that lead to starvation?"Had I not known she was fretting over Brandon, I might have mistaken her for a caring mother-in-law."Thanks for the concern, but if I get hungry, I'll just grab a bite to eat," I assured her.Aria gritted her teeth, barely holding back her anger. "At least drink some water."When she tried to force the water on me, I took the cup and pretended to sip.Satisfied, Aria finally left.That
I stood there, an impassive observer, as Brandon's mother, Aria Brown, clad in her luxurious mink coat, lost all composure and made a spectacle of herself on the ground.A curious crowd had formed, their whispers and pointed looks directed at me."A mother should never be denied the chance to see her son one last time, no matter the circumstances.""That woman doesn't look like she's ever lived a day quietly in her life.""Who dresses up that nicely right after her husband's death? She's probably just come from a rendezvous with some lover."The murmurs did not faze me. Melissa, on the other hand, rushed to Aria's side, helping her up. "Mrs. Scott, please stand up. Noelle didn't mean for this to happen."Aria regained her footing and jabbed a finger at me. "You're dead to us. The Scott family wants nothing to do with you, and you certainly won't be handling my son's final affairs."I let a small smile play on my lips. "Mom, surely you know I kept it from you because I thought yo