He finally looked up at me, his eyes filled with a mixture of guilt and sadness. "My mother just doesn't want me to marry the wrong girl," he confessed. The revelation took me by surprise, and I couldn't help but feel a surge of confusion. "The wrong girl?" I echoed. So his own mother never approv
The anger had been simmering within me for hours, a seething pot of emotions that refused to be contained any longer. I knew I had to confront Andy and put an end to Timothy’s torment. As I stepped into the office building where Timothy's brother, Andy, worked, I could feel the weight of the conve
Andy's face contorted with rage as he looked at the thumb drive, his anger boiling over. "You should watch it with the threats, Evie," he warned, his tone menacing. "You're already on thin ice with my family, and I can make sure your name is permanently smeared." I held his gaze, unflinching in th
After returning home from the confrontation with Andy, I felt a whirlwind of emotions. After returning home, I couldn't shake the feeling of dread that clung to me like a second skin. The phone in my hand felt heavier than usual as I stared at Timothy's name on the screen. I pressed the call butto
TIMOTHY POV The sun hung low in the sky, casting a warm, golden glow across the quiet suburban streets. It was a Saturday morning, and Timothy had taken the day off work to take his mother on a long-awaited trip to the beach. It was a rare break from the demands of his job, and he had been looking
I spent the day walking with Olive around the city. I figured she’d enjoy seeing some sights after being cooped up in our little apartment most days. It was nothing like the spacious home and large, open backyard she had with her mom. I also longed for a few moments of peace, and feeding bread to
Late in the night, as the city outside my window settled into a hushed slumber, a heavy sound echoed through the hallways of the apartment building. Startled from my restless sleep, I sat up in bed, the sound reverberating in my ears. I hesitated for a moment, the confusion and unease that had gri
TIMOTHY POV Timothy stood in the dimly lit funeral home, his head still pounding from a hangover. He had never imagined himself in this place, discussing the final arrangements for someone so dear to him. His mother was gone, leaving behind an ache that seemed insurmountable. The funeral directo