Sarah With my vision blurred, I tried to spot the person who snatched my phone. Wait… why do I sense a new presence? No! "Hello there, Sarah, darling! It's been a while since we last saw each other," said a familiar voice—definitely not Jane's. Darkness crept at the edges of my consciousness, threatening to pull me under. I fought against it, clinging to awareness with all my willpower. "W-wait a moment? Is she okay?" Jane's worried voice pierced through my foggy mind. I squeezed my eyes shut even though my mind was hazy. "Jane, you've played your part beautifully. Why are you hesitating? Isn't this what you wanted—to separate Sarah and President Cornell? After all, didn't you blame Sarah for your unfortunate encounter with Mr. Martin? Think about it. If they split again, she'll have no choice but to rely on you. You'll be her only true friend." "But I... I never meant for—" Jane's voice cracked, her sobs interrupting her words. "Oh, come now. Deep down, you've always hated her
Sarah Faint voices could be heard upon regaining consciousness. A sharp pain throbbed at my temples, and I felt weak all over. As my senses returned, I struggled to recall my last clear memories. Jane's face came into focus—she had handed me a drink. I was sure she had something to do with what happened to me. Blinking away the lingering haze, I looked around. The luxurious décor and familiar layout reminded me that this was Ethan Vanderbilt's house. Philip had brought me here months ago. "That lunatic! I couldn't believe that scumbag!" I heard Dr. Ruth exclaim outside the room. "Ruth, please, you need to calm down. This level of stress isn't good for you or the baby," came the voice of Dr. Ethan Vanderbilt. 'Baby? Is Dr. Ruth pregnant?' Summoning my remaining strength, I pushed myself up and staggered towards the door. As I opened it, both doctors spun around, their wide eyes and slightly open mouths revealing their surprise. "Hi! Uh, h-how did I get here?" I asked them. An
Jane A strange tightness gripped my chest as I sat by the window in my bedroom, looking out at the neatly trimmed gardens below. I haven't been able to think clearly since last night. Madam Cornell manipulated me in the past, and I couldn't believe I was still falling for it now under Madam Olsen's influence. It left a bitter taste in my mouth. I hate Sarah as much as I love her. A sudden knock at the door interrupted my thoughts. Quickly, I wiped my eyes with a lace-edged handkerchief, trying to hide any trace of tears. Taking a deep breath to compose myself, I walked over and opened the door. Shock and fear must have been written all over my face. "Sarah…" The butler cleared his throat. "Miss Jane, Madam Sarah wishes to speak with you. Were you available at that moment?" My first instinct was to refuse, to slam the door and retreat into my solitude. But I knew I had no right to deny her this conversation. Sarah deserved answers, and it was my chance to voice the doubts that
Sarah Four years later... At the Serenity Pines library, I am holding an invitation from my father for his sixtieth birthday. Over the past four years, we had only met at a few business events, each one formal and filled with unspoken feelings. This gathering felt different. There were rumors that Father might announce the transfer of TerraTraxx Automotive's chairmanship to Amir, which would change the company's future. "Mommy!" I heard Rowan cry out. I went to the door to see what the commotion was about. As I opened it, I found my son with tears streaming down his chubby cheeks, his tiny body shaking with each sob. "Mommy, Iris ate my favorite snack. She finished all the cheese headstrings that were for me!" He cried even harder. Kneeling, I wiped his tears away with my thumb while my thoughts were consumed with the implications—Iris's tendency to overeat frequently led to stomachaches, causing me concern. Holding Rowan's small, warm hand in mine, I called out, "Iris!" T
Jane Seeking my brother Philip's advice, I came to Highland Hills, desperate for his support during this difficult time. For four years, I managed the modeling agency, a sub-company of Luminary Productions in London and Paris. Alongside my career, I continued therapy to address my past traumas. The weekly sessions, though often painful, have gradually cleared my mind. To atone for what I did to Sarah, I devoted myself to my work. My marriage to Brody Martin has been nothing more than a well-orchestrated charade—a typically arranged marriage designed to benefit our families rather than our hearts. He owns a chemical empire and is a cousin of the brothers Bronn and Jakob. Philip spoke after hearing my story. "You mean to say, after you returned from Paris, you found your husband in the apartment at The Strata with his secretary? And at that moment, you decided to end your four-year marriage? Now you're here, asking me to break the news to Dad that your marriage with Brody didn't wor
Sarah As Jane exited Philip's room, I was at a loss for how to react. There was something different about her that I couldn't quite pinpoint, but it left me feeling unsettled. Seeking a moment to process my thoughts, I moved to the large floor-to-ceiling window. I left Philip with the children, still feeling uneasy from my brief interaction with Jane. Jane had always held a special place in my heart, and realizing we had grown distant over the past four years disturbed me deeply. "Here's a coloring book for each of you. Whoever does the best job coloring gets a special prize from Daddy. How does that sound?" I heard Philip say. Iris's voice piped up eagerly, "Me, me! I'm definitely going to win! I'm way better at coloring than Brother Rowan!" "No way, Iris! Your coloring is always messy and all over the place!" Rowan immediately retorted. "Okay, we'll see about that later!" Philip responded. It wasn't until I felt Philip's warm embrace from behind that I snapped back to real
Jane A deep sadness filled my chest as I joined Sarah's team at Emily and Bronn's cozy home. The smell of Emily's barbecue was in the air, but it did little to lift my mood. I wandered to a quiet spot in their garden, away from the lively conversations. I sat quietly in the garden, drinking beer alone while reflecting on the four years of my life that Brody had taken over. The sound of grass rustling signaled Sarah's approach. Once comforting and familiar, her presence now brought a mix of longing and nervousness. "Can I talk to you?" she asked. I nodded. Part of me wanted to know if she still resented me, but another part feared the answer. Sarah began speaking while staring off into the distance. "Did you know I deliberately ensured our paths wouldn't cross for four years? I... I didn't know how to face you." I pressed my lips together, absorbing her words. A moment of clarity hit me. Why was I still afraid of Sarah's judgment when I was the one who had destroyed the beautif
Jane Before I got into the yellow taxi, Brody managed to catch up with me, wearing house slippers as he followed me. "Jane!" He grabbed my arm, his fingers trembling slightly. "Please, don't go," he panted, his green eyes wide with panic. "I can't take this anymore, Brody! I've ignored the office rumors, the glances, and your 'work dinners' with Sonia. But finding her in our home, wearing my clothes? This is too much!" I shouted angrily. He glanced around at the people staring at us, clearly uncomfortable with the public scene. "Jane, please, let's not create a scene. We can talk about this at home," he said, which further fueled my anger. "If you don't want a scene, return to the penthouse and leave me alone!" I snapped. Brody ran a hand through his hair, leaving it even more tousled. "Sonia needed a safe place to stay tonight, so she's here at the apartment. Her boyfriend hurt her, and she needs to hide. Our apartment was the only place I could think of where she'd be safe