A heavy silence descended upon the room, the words hanging like a heavy shroud, suffocating the air. “S-Stella…dead?” the words escaped my lips, and I clamped my mouth shut. Mia's hand flew to her mouth in shock, her eyes wide with disbelief. "No, it can't be..." Timothy stammered, "What... what
We remained silent on the way home. Occasionally, I’d glance over at Timothy, and he looked visibly upset. I couldn't bear to leave him alone in this state. "I'll stay with you tonight, Tim," I offered, feeling a sense of duty. I wasn’t so sure I wanted to be alone either. A glimmer of gratitude f
The studio lights glared, casting a surreal glow as the cameras began to roll. My heart pounded like a drumbeat, resonating through my chest. I found myself seated across from Bette Frieman and could barely keep my hands and legs from shaking. Her warm smile was reassuring amidst the sea of faces in
My heart raced, my mind a whirlwind of emotions. Despite my resolve, concern gnawed at me. Timothy hadn't answered my calls, and my thoughts lingered on whether he was watching the show, despite being at work. I rationalized that he must have been too busy to answer, hoping he'd catch a glimpse of t
The air around me felt stifling, suffocating, as Bette's words reverberated through my mind like a relentless echo. "Timothy has been arrested for the murder of Stella Fitzgerald." The world spun around me, tilting on its axis as if threatening to swallow me whole. I staggered, my vision blurring,
I stumbled out of the building, my head spinning from the whirlwind of emotions and the unsettling encounter. As we emerged, a cacophony of voices erupted from the crowd that had gathered outside. The words hurled at me were like daggers, each accusation piercing deeper into my already fractured hea
Aria sighed, her worry evident as she weighed my words. "Let's go home, Evie. We'll figure this out together. Lucas is waiting for us, and we'll find a way to help Timothy." Reluctantly, I agreed, understanding the logic in her words. The car ride back home was suffocating, every passing moment tin
Timothy's heart raced as the officers escorted him through the towering corridors of the courthouse. He tried to mask his unease, but the fear that gripped his gut was undeniable. Each step echoed like a grim reminder of his uncertain fate. He was thrust into a cold, dimly lit holding cell. The iro
"Plenty of space here,” he started. “I figured…we could easily convert this into a nursery someday." My heart skipped a beat at his words, the mere suggestion sending a wave of emotions crashing over me. A nursery—our nursery. The thought of starting a family with Timothy filled me with a sense of
As Timothy led me through the threshold, his hands cupping my eyes gently, I couldn't help but feel a flutter of excitement in my chest. This was it—the moment we had been waiting for. Our new beginning, our haven. Duke trotted alongside us, his tail wagging in anticipation. I could sense the air th
The flight back home felt like a whirlwind, the memories of our honeymoon paradise fading into the background as the reality of returning to our everyday lives set in. But as the plane touched down and we made our way through the bustling airport, a knot of anxiety tightened in my chest at the thoug
"Welcome, welcome!" she exclaimed, her voice as sweet as honey. "Would you like to try some of our local fruits?" We nodded eagerly, and she began slicing pieces of fruit with practiced ease, offering them to us on skewers. I reached for a slice of mango, its flesh ripe and juicy beneath my finger
As the plane descended toward the island, my heart fluttered with excitement. The anticipation bubbled within me as the tropical paradise came into view, its crystal-clear waters shimmering like liquid sapphires beneath the golden sun. We stepped off the plane into paradise, the air heavy with the
When it finally came time to, he entered me, and my teeth clenched as I stretched around his erection. I gasped as he began to move inside me, each thrust slow and deep. The pleasure intensified until at last I was teetering on the edge of oblivion. I clung to him desperately, my nails digging into
As the festivities of our wedding night drew to a close, Timothy and I found ourselves heading up to the honeymoon suite, drunk on love and excitement. The air crackled with anticipation as we stumbled through the door, our laughter echoing off the walls. The soft glow of candlelight cast ethereal
The lights dimmed and the room fell silent. On the large screen at the front of the room, images of Timothy and his mother, Lydia, began to flash by, accompanied by gentle music that tugged at the heartstrings. I watched as Timothy's tearful gaze locked onto the screen, his eyes filled with a mixt
As I stood at the altar, my heart pounding with nervous anticipation, I could feel the weight of the moment bearing down on me like a heavy cloak. But as Timothy approached, his eyes shining with love and adoration, the world around me seemed to fall away, leaving only the two of us in its wake. W