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Sarah "Jakob, that's impossible!" I exclaimed, clutching my forehead as a headache started to form from what my friend had just told me. The room seemed to spin as I tried to process his words. "I have no relationship with Josh! I don't even see him that way!" I started to pace frantically across the marble floor. My strongest connection with Josh is our friendship, but it's nowhere near as close as what I share with Jakob or Jane. A sharp pain shot through my lower back, and my stomach twisted painfully. I placed a hand on my swollen belly, trying to soothe both myself and the babies inside me. "No, Sarah. I'm not kidding," Jakob replied, his tone serious. Sinking onto the plush sofa, legs suddenly weak, "You mean there's no filter on the video? You realize I'm pregnant, right? Besides, Josh is dead!" My voice wavered with concern. "Oh, right! But look at the date on the video. It says it was captured months ago. It's possible your belly wasn't showing yet, and Josh was st
Emily Lost in thought, I remembered the day Bronn tried to convince me to move to Henderson with Willow. It was months ago... My phone buzzed with a message from Bronn: Bronn: 'Emily, why are you turning down my offer? This isn't just about us, and it's for Willow. We'll get along so our daughter can have the complete family she deserves. We'll let the public know slowly, but I really want to keep this quiet for now so Willow doesn't get hounded by paparazzi and gossip columnists.' A tickle in my nose preceded a sudden sneeze. The bright screen of my phone seemed to pierce my already strained eyes, so I set it aside. Not a single thing Bronn said made me happy. I allowed him to visit our child; I think he already won her over—with nothing more than a clubhouse sandwich! Tss! But I can't agree with Bronn; his contract offer felt like poison to me. He can be a father to Willow without involving me or making me his wife. I didn't even read the content in the contract because I was
Philip Restless with nerves, I paced the hallway in the dim glow of midnight, unable to settle. Sarah had been in the labor room for what felt like an eternity, on the brink of delivering twins prematurely. The anxiety gripped me tight. The twins, still weeks from their due date, now necessitated an urgent C-section due to complications. The mere thought of Sarah undergoing surgery sent waves of unease through me. "Boss, it's Mr. Benner!" Alex said, snapping me out of my worried trance. Amir hurried over, his face etched with worry. I wasn't prepared to face him, my mind racing with many emotions. "Where's Sarah?" Amir demanded, his tone accusatory. Alex glanced at me, then back to Amir. "She's inside, Mr. Benner, undergoing a cesarean section." "What have you done?!" Amir's anger flared, seizing my collar with a fierce grip. "What did you do? Sarah shouldn't be giving birth yet! Did you stress her out about that video circulating online?" he accused fiercely. "Could you, ple
Sarah The incident of the past left me severely traumatized after being admitted to the hospital. During the procedure, panic attacks overwhelmed me. My heart raced, and my breath came in short gasps. Philip's voice, though muffled through the operating room doors, tried to reassure me that he would stay outside to ensure the safety of me and our unborn babies. His words didn't ease my anxiety. The chilling memory of my last experience haunted me—the sudden fear upon waking to find my child no longer safe in my womb. The pain from that loss seemed to blend with my current discomfort, lingering in my body. "Dr. Vanderbilt, Ms. Mitchell's heart rate isn't stabilizing," Dr. Ruth informed Ethan. "Her blood pressure is very high, and it's difficult for me to continue the operation. This much stress could seriously harm her pregnancy." Ethan faced me urgently. "Sarah, you must calm down. I know you're scared, but this much stress could harm your babies. Let's take deep breaths together."
Philip Seeing Josh's picture, I struggle to articulate how it makes me feel. It's almost as though Mariano is playing games with me. Glancing at Sarah, I noticed her lips were still parted in disbelief. "I feel so stupid!" she exclaimed. Her hands gripped the clean white sheets. "Try to stay calm, love," I reassured, squeezing her hand. "I trusted him completely, Philip. I told him about my deepest feelings, my struggles... How could he betray me like this?" Her voice rose, tinged with anger and disbelief. "And who is this new Sarah? What kind of sick game is this?" Glancing at Jakob by the window, I hoped for his insight. He responded with a shrug, his expression tinged with concern. I hadn't told Sarah everything that happened because I didn't want to add more stress to her fragile state. "Don't worry about it. We'll figure this out," I assured her, trying to inject confidence into my voice. "We'll do everything we can." "But it doesn't make any sense! Did that person reall
Philip "What do you mean, 'Who am I?'" the woman asked incredulously, shooting a questioning glance at Trey, feigning confusion. A smirk tugged at the corner of my lips. "Sarah's expressions, the way she speaks, her subtle gestures, even her scent—they're all unique to her. Yours, on the other hand... it's pungent." I took a deep breath, noticing her overpowering perfume. Curious to uncover her identity, I chose my words carefully, masking my intent with floral phrases, hoping she would continue the charade. "Why are you doing this to me, Philip?" She sank into the soft leather couch, her movements awkward and exaggerated. With narrowed eyes, she scrutinized me, her voice thick with feigned emotion. "Is this about Josh? I promise, there's nothing between us. I did have feelings for him once, but they mean nothing—nothing compared to what I feel for you..." Her voice trembled, tears welling in her eyes but not spilling over. Even Trey wasn't buying her Oscar-worthy performance, c
Philip The burial of my mother and my fight with Josh happened on the same day. If I had seen this woman pretending to be Sarah on that day, there's a good chance she knew exactly where I was going and what I was thinking. Mariano's new assistant informed me that Josh's body was missing. The strong ocean currents had taken him, leaving no trace. After a week of searching, Josh was officially declared dead. I wondered just how much Megan knew about Mariano's network. Was she just a pawn or a key player in this twisted game? On the other hand, Sarah told me that Josh was furious with this woman because of what she did. But I began to doubt: what if the bodyguard lied to Sarah to manipulate my wife's trust? The thought made me feel sick. If Josh lied, it would definitely hurt Sarah’s feelings. Josh's true motives were a mystery, a puzzle with pieces that didn't quite fit together. His skill at moving between Megan, Mariano, Madam Olsen, and Sarah effortlessly made me doubt everythi
Sarah Josh was invited into the office to handle the situation discreetly rather than causing a public scene. Thankfully, a small, well-appointed meeting room is prepared for visiting business partners. This room called the Summit Room, is where Lexi and Jakob usually work when they're at Highland Hills overseeing the LoveLogic project app development. At this moment, Josh is seated in the Summit Room. Two trusted security guards stand watch near the door. Looking professionally detached, Jakob sits across from Josh with his laptop open, but his attention is focused on him. In the main office, I introduced myself to Mike and Sophia. "It's a pleasure to meet you both in person," I greeted them, trying to sound warm despite the turmoil in my mind. Mike gave a firm handshake, and Sophia smiled. "It's an honor to meet you face-to-face finally, Ms. Sarah!" Mike replied enthusiastically. Forcing a smile, sweat formed on my forehead. I was waiting for Philip to arrive, as Trey had a