Suzanne Smith had it all—wealth, status, and a future mapped out as the heiress to a powerful dynasty. But she traded it all for love, walking away from her privileged life to marry the man who promised her the world. Now, years later, her gilded dream has turned into a nightmare. Trapped in a loveless marriage to a cold and controlling CEO, Suzanne’s life is far from the fairy tale she envisioned. When a chance encounter brings her face-to-face with her high school sweetheart—a man who’s risen from humble beginnings to become a dedicated and compassionate doctor—Suzanne is reminded of the girl she used to be: bold, hopeful, and unafraid to chase her dreams. He’s everything her husband isn’t—kind, passionate, and determined to show her the life she deserves. Torn between the life she chose and the one she could have, Suzanne must make a decision that could either free her or shatter her world. Will she risk everything to reclaim her happiness, or will the chains of duty and expectation keep her locked in her golden cage?
View MoreSuzanne pushed open the heavy doors of the lounge, the dim lighting inside contrasting with the brightness of the night outside. Sarah was sitting at the far end of a long, sleek table, her fingers tapping lightly on the surface. The moment she spotted Suzanne, her lips curled into a small, almost mocking smile.“Over here,” Sarah called, her voice cold but calm.Suzanne’s heart raced. She had no idea what this meeting was about, but she already felt her patience thinning. She approached the table, glancing around, her eyes narrowing as she finally faced Sarah.“What do you want, Sarah?” Suzanne’s voice was steady, but the tension in the air was palpable.Sarah shifted in her seat, her eyes meeting Suzanne's with a deliberate coolness. “I wanted to speak with you. About Charles.”Suzanne’s brows furrowed. “Charles? What could you possibly want to say about him?”"Oh, come on, baby. Sit down and relax. Let me get the bartender," Sarah said, raising her hand to call over the bartender,
Liam’s expression hardened slightly at the mention of Miriam’s name. He took a step closer to Suzanne, lowering his voice as if the words he was about to say were too heavy for the celebration around them.“I learned some things… things I’m not sure you’ll want to hear,” he said, his tone cautious.Suzanne’s gaze narrowed, and she motioned for him to follow her further into the hallway, where the noise of the ongoing setup grew quieter. “We can talk in private,” she suggested, her voice steady, though a flicker of worry crossed her face.Once they were alone, Suzanne turned to face him, her eyes searching his for any hint of what was coming. “Tell me, Liam. What did you find out?”Liam ran a hand through his hair, his frustration and unease visible. “Miriam admitted that Mr. Langford was behind everything. She didn’t hesitate to tell me. But I think there’s more to it. It’s not just about him... there’s something else going on here, Suzanne. Something bigger than what we’ve been led t
The director shouted, “Cut!” with a sense of finality, his voice echoing through the set. “That’s a wrap, everyone! Great work, great work! This is the last scene of the movie!” His face broke into a wide smile as the cast and crew burst into applause, all of them proud of what they had just completed.Suzanne leaned back in her chair, a sigh of relief escaping her lips. She felt the satisfaction of finishing another project, the exhaustion melting away as she opened a can of juice, letting the cool liquid soothe her parched throat.Before she could take a sip, Paul Nick, her manager, rushed over to her, grinning ear to ear. “That was amazing! You nailed it, Suzanne,” he said, his voice full of admiration. He leaned down slightly to give her a quick peck on the cheek, a gesture that felt both professional and familiar.Suzanne’s lips curved into a smile as she looked up at him. “I have to say, I really like that stunt woman,” she replied, her tone playful. “Tell the producers to incre
After Suzanne left, Liam felt a sense of urgency. He had to know what was going on with the prescriptions.Determined, Liam went in search of Dr. Miriam Thompson’s office. It wasn’t hard to find—he knew the hospital well enough. When he reached her office, he knocked lightly before entering. Miriam was finishing up with a patient, her back turned as she wrote a prescription.The patient, an elderly woman, thanked Miriam and left, leaving the office quiet. Miriam turned to face Liam, her expression unreadable. She looked like someone who had been expecting him.“Dr. Carter, please sit down,” she said smoothly, gesturing toward the chair across from her desk.Liam did as she asked, sitting down slowly, his mind racing with questions.Miriam folded her hands in front of her, looking at him with a hint of curiosity in her eyes. “So, what brings you here today?”Liam didn’t waste any time. He reached into his bag and pulled out the bottle of pills Suzanne had shown him. He placed them on t
Suzanne made her way through the busy hospital, her heels clicking against the floor as she approached the emergency desk. “Excuse me, I’m looking for Dr. Liam Carter,” she asked, her tone polite but purposeful. The nurse behind the counter gave a quick nod. “Straight down the hall, take a left. His office is right there.”“Thank you,” Suzanne replied, already turning toward the direction she’d been pointed in.But as she rounded the corner of the hallway, a flash of movement caught Sarah’s eye. She froze, her heart giving a little jolt. Is that Mrs. Langford? The woman walking just ahead of her looked unmistakably like Suzanne, but Sarah couldn’t be sure. She squinted, watching as Suzanne moved farther down the hallway.Her instincts kicked in. I have to be sure. Without a second thought, Sarah followed, silently slipping through the corridor, making sure to stay out of sight. Her footsteps were light, her presence barely noticeable as she trailed Suzanne like a shadow.Unaware of th
-Presently-Charles’s car screeched to a halt in front of Sarah’s apartment building, the tires leaving faint marks on the pavement. He stepped out, slamming the door behind him as his heart pounded in his chest. His fury hadn’t subsided during the drive—it had only grown, fueled by the realization of just how much damage Sarah had caused.And without hesitation, he stormed up the steps and pounded on her door.It swung open, and Sarah appeared, her face lighting up at the sight of him. “Charles—”But he didn’t let her finish. “We need to talk,” he snapped, pushing past her into the apartment.Sarah closed the door behind him, her smile faltering. “What’s going on? You look—”Charles spun around, his eyes blazing. “What’s going on? You want to know what’s going on, Sarah? Suzanne lost the baby.”The color drained from Sarah’s face. “What?” she whispered.“She lost our child!” Charles roared, his voice echoing in the small space. “Do you know why? Because of you! Because of your jealou
Charles was pacing back and forth in front of the police officers, his hands trembling with frustration. His mind raced, a storm of panic and anger swirling inside him as he tried to make sense of everything. The last few minutes felt like a blur, and all he could focus on was Suzanne.One of the officers stepped forward, trying to calm him down. “Sir, we need you to take a breath. We’re going to help you, but right now, you need to remain calm.”Charles’s eyes narrowed in disbelief, and his chest tightened. He spun around to face the officer, his voice shaking with fury. “Calm down?” he repeated, his words coming out in a strained shout. “My wife is missing, and you want me to calm down? Are you serious? You think I’m supposed to just sit here and wait while she’s out there, God knows where, with God knows who?”The officer took a step back, surprised by the outburst, but Charles didn’t care. He ran a hand through his hair, a sharp, bitter laugh escaping his lips. “You don’t get it,
“Don’t you dare speak to me like that again,” Suzanne said, her voice shaking with fury. Her chest heaved as she stared Beatrice down. “You have no idea what I’ve been through! None! How dare you try to shame me for something I couldn’t control?”“Did you just…?” Beatrice sputtered, still holding her cheek. “You slapped me? Me?”Suzanne didn’t flinch. “Yes, I did. And I’ll do it again if you ever speak to me like that. I’ve had enough of your cruelty.”Charles stepped between them, his face pale. “Suzanne! Mother! Please—this isn’t the time for this!”But Suzanne wasn’t finished. Her voice rose as she spoke, every word filled with the pain and anger she had been holding in. “You sit here, judging me, insulting me, when you don’t even know the full story. Do you think I wanted this? Do you think I asked for this? I nearly died!”Beatrice opened her mouth, but Suzanne cut her off.“No! You’re going to listen. I lost my baby, and I’m grieving. So if you can’t offer support, then stay out
"We have a family doctor, Liam. She's in charge of everything that happens in the house. If Charles is behind this, we cannot tell him I'm pregnant. We have to keep it a secret," Suzanne said, her voice breaking as her eyes watered. She wasn’t certain yet, but if Charles had any involvement in this, she would never be able to forgive him. Not after everything she’d already endured.Her racing thoughts were interrupted when Liam gently squeezed her hand, his touch grounding her."I'm with you on this, Suzy," he said, his voice firm and reassuring. "I'll have my team keep quiet on this incident. But first, you need to bring me the pills. We need evidence."Suzanne’s heart skipped a beat. "Please, Liam," she whispered. "I don't want to believe this is true. But if Charles is behind it, I don’t know how I’ll be able to look at him the same way again."Liam nodded, his gaze softening. "I understand, Suzy. But we can’t act on suspicion alone. We need to be sure. I’ll help you get the eviden
The grand dining room was immaculate, its polished mahogany table glinting under the soft glow of the crystal chandelier. The servants moved like shadows, their footsteps silent as they placed dish after dish of delicacies before the family. Suzanne Smith sat quietly, her hands folded in her lap, her heart heavy with an all-too-familiar tension.Her mother-in-law, Beatrice Landford, perched at the head of the table like a queen, her hawk-like eyes scanning Suzanne with barely concealed disdain. Beatrice’s perfectly coiffed hair and pristine pearl necklace only added to her air of superiority.“And how long has it been now?” Beatrice’s voice cut through the air like a blade, her tone dripping with judgment. She didn’t bother to look directly at Suzanne, instead slicing into her roast lamb with clinical precision.Suzanne stiffened, her stomach churning. She knew exactly where this conversation was headed. “Three years,” she said softly, her voice steady despite the storm brewing inside...
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