“How silly you must be to think you have what it would take to harm me, baby girl!” mocked Noah, underestimating me as always. “Bear in mind the consequences you will face upon defying me.”
Now that I had forsaken everything, I feared nothing. I was prepared to go through any of the heartbreaks. I, therefore, didn’t hesitate to declare my true intentions regarding him, “I will not think twice before reporting you to the authorities. If anything, you must prepare your explanations for what you did to me.”
“There wouldn’t be a need for that,” argued Noah, reminding me about my texts from the previous night. “Not only will I show those texts to the authorities in which you begged me to fuck you, but I will also be sending them to your dear sister. Have you wondered how heartbroken she would be once she was to find out about her sister’s plan for wanting to sleep with her husband on her wedding night?”
“No, you can’t do that to her. I might’ve texted you because I was too drunk. I am certain I didn’t mean any of it. If you were to show my texts to my sister, she'd take her own life,” I screamed out, fearful of both being perceived as a home-wrecker and losing my sister.
With his eyes brimming with visible hunger as he scanned my body, he proposed by grabbing my arm, “If you wish for me to stay quiet about everything that happened between us, I would like you to continue to sleep with me and avoid pursuing other romantic partners.”
“But, you’re my sister’s husband!” I felt the ground slip beneath my feet, perplexed about the right decision to make. “Why do you want to have a sexual relationship with me?”
“Didn’t I already tell you how it wouldn’t be easy for you to escape me without facing the repercussions of cheating on me?” asked the lunatic Noah, lacking the necessary sympathy towards me. “You’re in this predicament because of your misdeeds, woman.”
Regretting my decision to guzzle down alcohol the previous night, I couldn’t help but sob. Noah, on the other hand, rid me of my robe and placed his hand behind my head before forcefully claiming my lips, something that filled me with repulsion for the man. I, therefore, pushed him away with all my might and covered myself properly with the bathrobe.
“What do you think you’re trying to do?” I asked Noah, certain that he had bad intentions regarding me. “Don’t you understand that you’re my brother-in-law?”
“It was you who blurred the perimeters of our relationship by inviting me to your bed,” spoke the shameless man, lacking the decency to acknowledge his own error.
Devastated, I demanded, “If you’re as just and upright as you wish for me to believe, why did you accept my advances?”
“You see, a lion won’t spare a prey when it is hungry,” answered the unreasonable man, grabbing my wrist. “If you’re going to invite me to your bed on your own, why would I deny?”
“Since you’re already married to my sister, you should’ve paid no heed to my drunken texts, Noah,” I said, peering into his azure eyes while wiggling my wrist to free it from his grasp.
Devoid of feeling any remorse for what he had done to me, he asked me, “Why do you think I should be at fault here?”
“Since you took the oath to love and respect my sister in all the circumstances, I find it pretty bizarre for you to accept the sexual advances of her younger sister,” I remarked, succeeding in releasing my wrist from him.
“What makes you think I want to invest my loyalty in this marriage?” asked Noah, revealing his true intentions behind the marriage. “I only married your sister to give you a taste of your own medicine. I do not love her.”
“Are you out of your mind, Noah?” I lashed out, disgusted by the man before him. “How could you do that to someone as innocent as Anna?”
“Just how you could cheat on a man who devoted himself to you,” responded Noah, blaming me for my sister’s predicament. “If only you hadn’t betrayed me, this wouldn’t have happened to your sister.”
“I didn't cheat on you. Even if I were to have cheated on you with anybody, I don’t think it would still be justifiable for you to punish my sister for it,” I spoke, clearly failing to comprehend his reasons for involving my sister in all of this. “As you’ve already confessed to marrying my sister out of the desire to hurt me, I want you to release her from this sham marriage by divorcing her.”
“If I were to do that, how would I hurt you, Christie?” asked the vindictive one. “Since I wish for you to go through the same pain that tormented me when I saw your pictures with another man, I plan on keeping your sister married to me while I make you bear my children.”
“You bastard!” I screamed, threatening to reveal the reasons behind his marriage to my sister and my parents. “If you won't leave her, then I’ll tell her the truth about what happened last night and make sure that she left the marriage before you ruin her life as well.”
The manner in which he had the most bizarre response to my threats, I knew it wouldn't be easy to bring him down. The villain, instead of fearing being exposed, laughed to his heart's content, something that helped me recognize that the man I had once loved was dead.
With his hands on the collar of my bathrobe, he brought his face closer to mine. He then delivered a wet and uncomfortable kiss on the cheek before reminding me, “It will be in your greatest interest not to reveal anything about the previous night to your sister if you don’t wish to get thrown out of your house.”Having been reminded of the repercussions that would follow the revelation of this borrowed intimacy, I couldn’t argue with him anymore. Instead, I pushed him away with all my might and rushed towards the door to get away from the rich and spoiled heir, who I knew had nothing but perverted intentions regarding me, something that was clarified by his lascivious gaze.Fortunately, the guy didn’t order anybody to follow me or stop me from leaving the premises, which was why I wasn’t interrupted on my way out of the property. Since the mansion was surrounded by huge patches of grassy land, it took me almost twenty minutes to get to the exit. The discomfort of my journey was multi
As soon as we arrived at Seth's apartment, I was presented with warm water to take a bath and a fresh set of clothes. Since I really needed to clean myself of the evidence from the previous night, I hurried into the bathroom, took a bath and got changed swiftly, only to be invited for breakfast in the dining hall.Sitting, thus, on the dining table, I waited for the food to be served, trying not to look into Seth’s eyes. Nonetheless, the hawk-eyed man didn’t take long to recognize that I hadn’t been truthful to him. Instead of being mad about it, he asked me in a rather kinder manner, “Are you sure you’ve been telling me the truth, Christie?”“Why would I lie to you?” I asked instead of giving him the truth, for I couldn’t afford to do so. It would tarnish my image in front of him, which was why feigning ignorance seemed to be the ideal thing to do.Shortly, the food arrived. I, accordingly, paid heed to the grumbling of my stomach and served myself some warm soup and buttered toasts,
My parents were looking at the pictures that had been taken on the day of my sister’s wedding with noticeable joy on their faces. The two of them confessed that my sister’s marriage was the right decision that they’d made for her, believing she couldn’t have gotten anybody better than Noah Grayson, something that I chose to differ on.“From the day I had gotten to know Noah, I knew he needed to get married to our daughter,” revealed my mother, immersed in bluffing how she made the right decision by bringing them together. “I have never seen Anne look so happy before.”Nodding, my father kept down the newspaper he had been reading and declared, “Now all that’s left to do is to ensure our younger daughter finds conjugal happiness too.”“Since she is a stubborn one, I know it will not be an easy task,” declared my mother, grabbing her head. “Other than that, if people were to find out about her disappearance at her own sister’s wedding, nobody would want to marry her.”“I can’t believe sh
As much as I wanted to avoid it, I was instructed by my parents to join them for dinner. Nonetheless, I had made up my mind that I wouldn’t go until a number of threats were issued against me, which included throwing me out of the house if I failed to show up.Compelled by my ugly circumstances, I thus got ready. Though a meeting with Noah was unavoidable, I feared coming face-to-face with the man. Having been exposed to his capriciousness, I was afraid that he might reveal our previous night’s adventure to my family, something that was guaranteed to get me more than just disownment.“I need to make sure that he doesn’t talk about it. It was an innocent mistake that I am willing to put behind me,” I said, convinced that we could move past it. “If he lets it go, it’ll be like the last night never happened.”Giving myself the necessary assurance about things turning out fine, I zipped the back of my dress and prepared myself to face my family. As soon as I reached the staircase, I heard
Disregarding the instructions given to me by the unruly man, I decided to spend the night at home, something that didn’t go as smoothly as I had planned. I kept receiving calls from Noah, which all went unanswered. I had no intention of getting entangled with him anymore.He, however, wasn’t fine with it. He issued innumerable threats because of my indifference. He promised to not only reveal the truth of my previous night’s sin but also present before my sister the texts that he had received from me in which I was allegedly begging him to sleep with me. I clearly didn't remember texting him. It was perhaps a consequence of my drunkenness.Although I recognized the dangers of resisting him, I stayed firm in my decision to never get involved with Noah again. Burying, thus, my head in my pillow, I hoped my phone would stop buzzing soon. It was indeed my naivety that made me think I could escape the stubborn one like this.No matter how irritated I seemed, the whole day’s affairs had exha
Looking at my empty inbox, my mind couldn’t help but race back to last Valentine's Day. It still seemed like it was just yesterday when Noah and I held each other’s hand, dreamed of spending a lifetime together and promised to take on the world.The last Valentine's was different. I was neither blue nor hopeless. I didn’t hate Noah. He also loved me. Our hearts used to beat at the same rhythm. While his lips adorned my face with kisses, my joys were a consequence of his words.It surely was the happiest time of my life. Life didn’t seem as heavy. The daily challenges weren’t as threatening. It wasn’t hard to wake up the next day, because I knew he would be there to hold me if I were to fall.Now, there was a huge cavity in my chest. It continued to grow bigger with every passing day, reminding me of what I had lost. I kept thinking about how I would never be able to relive those moments again in which I had somebody to tend to my every need.“What’s up with me? Why am I thinking about
Perhaps I would’ve been in less pain if I were to have confessed to my sister about everything. Even though I kept reconsidering it repeatedly, I couldn’t find the courage to put my thoughts into action. I wasn’t ready to face the heartbreak and scrutiny that would follow the revelation.Having realized how I was the other woman in my sister's marriage, I was anything but keen on having my breakfast. Keeping, thus, my head down, I appeared unmotivated as I walked out of my room and descended the stairs to reach the dining hall. There, I found my parents having their breakfast with the very person I’d kill to avoid, my older sister. She jumped out of her chair to see me and spread her arms while approaching me.My heart wreaked havoc in my chest, because of my conscience. I knew I had done an injustice to her by sleeping with her husband. The guilt, therefore, made it excruciating to accept her tender embrace. Nonetheless, I did it to avoid raising any suspicions.As soon as we separate
It wasn’t difficult to understand why both Seth and my sister wanted to be included so much. They were both concerned about me, something that I didn’t even deserve. That’s why it only worsened my opinion of myself whenever they expressed their desire to help me.“I think I do include you in my matters significantly enough, don’t I?” I argued, only to have Seth place his hand over my hand.Struggling to put his faith in what I had said, he asked me, “Why won’t you talk to me about the day of your sister’s wedding then?”“It’s not something I’m comfortable sharing,” I answered, feeling a little hassled at being asked about the same damn thing again.Besides that, I strongly felt that I could be making a mistake by offering Seth the details of that unfortunate day. He might blame me for everything and stop talking to me. Since he had always warned me about dating Noah, he mightn’t feel any sympathy for me upon learning what I had done, intentionally or unintentionally.“It’s not that,” c
The morning sunbeams were streaming through the bedroom windows, warm and golden, that covered everything with a soft glow. I slept in a bit later than usual, enjoying the serenity that had become a constant in my life. Life had changed in so many ways, and for the first time in what felt like forever, I was finally happy.I turned to my side and smiled at Seth, still sleeping beside me. His chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm, his face relaxed, and his hand rested near mine as if he unconsciously sought me even in his dreams. This was my life now—this love, this stability, this sense of belonging.A soft flutter in my stomach made me smile even wider. The secret I had been carrying for weeks was growing stronger, more real, and soon I would share it with Seth. This thought filled my heart with equal parts of excitement and nervousness, but mostly joy.I slipped out of bed without waking him, padding into the kitchen. The house was quiet, the silent kind that makes you feel at home
~Noah’s pov~The walk back to my apartment seemed to stretch endlessly. My feet moved in a mechanical sequence, one in front of the other, but my mind went round and round, reenacting the scene at Christie and Seth's house. Her words echoed louder than the traffic, louder than the distant hum of the city."I don't belong to you. I never did."I had been so sure—so certain—that if I just showed up, if I just made her see what we had, she would remember. That she would feel the same pull, the same ache that I had carried with me since the day we parted. But she hadn't. Her gaze had been steady, her voice firm, as she told me that she had moved on. That the new Christie didn't need me. Didn't want me.When I finally reached my apartment, I sank onto the couch without bothering to turn on the lights. The dim glow of the streetlamp outside cast long shadows across the room, fitting for how I felt inside.It was the first time in years that I allowed myself to think—really think—about every
I heard a knock. It was sharp and insistent against the quiet rhythm of our morning. I was at the sink, washing dishes, while Seth worked on something at the table. The sound jarred me, and for an instant, I hesitated. Something about it—urgent, almost aggressive—put me on guard."I will get that," Seth said, already standing up from his seat.I quickly dried my hands and trailed after him, wondering and afraid. He opened the door, and I was to confront the last person I could have expected to meet- Noa.He looked exactly as I recalled him: tall, broad-shouldered, blonde hair tousled. There was something in his eyes, though, that I had never seen before: desperation.Christie, he whispered aloud, his voice low but fervent, his eyes fixed hard on mine.I froze as if my breath was physically caught in my throat. It was to see a ghost, a fragment of a life that no longer exists for me. Seth tensed up beside me, his grip on the door's edge tightening."Finally, Noah," I said, my voice cra
The restaurant was warm and dimly lit. A faint aroma of garlic and freshly baked bread clung to the air. Seth sat across from me, as calm and steady as always, his fingers lightly tapping against the base of his wine glass. I studied him discreetly: a sharp line of his jaw, a slight crease between his brows when he was lost in deep thought. He looked utterly, amazingly tired, as if he wanted tonight different, better.I also wanted it.The past weeks were turbulent, and therefore a jumbled mass of feelings that I couldn't make sense of.Memories I thought I'd long since buried—the evanescent meetings with Noah, leftovers from a life that had belonged to someone else—emerged now to haunt me at odd moments. So long I had harbored these memories, allowing them a slice of myself. Now sitting here with Seth, I see just how much they took.Christie?" Seth broke into my thoughts, his voice soft but tinged with angst.I blinked, realizing that I had silently stared at him. "Sorry," I said qui
Seth had come down with a fever recently. Illness had washed the colour from his cheeks and put shadows under his eyes. More than his look, though, the silence that crept in during those days seemed to live in my head: distance, but not out of malice. More out of fear.I hovered by the door of our bedroom, hesitant to step inside. Seth had asked me to come in, his voice steady but with an edge of something I couldn’t quite place. Resignation, perhaps? Pain? I couldn’t tell. The thought sent a shiver down my spine. This was the man who had been my anchor, my unwavering support, and now he seemed so… tired.I entered at last, and he sat on the edge of the bed. His shoulders were slumped, heavy with a weight I didn't understand yet. He looked at me then, his dark eyes softer than usual but unmistakably determined. My stomach tightened at the look."Christie," he said, his voice calm but strained. "We need to talk."My heart sank. Those words—they were never good. They heralded endings, s
Walking home with Noah, I felt a lightness in my chest that I hadn't felt in so long. It was as if a weight had been placed upon one shoulder and then, in effect, had flipped to the other, if only for a fleeting moment. I laughed at something he said; in this case, not really listening to what he said, but to the comfort enfolding us. It was a cool evening air, adorned with a soft breeze that brushed my cheeks, and streetlights softly lit the path before us. I knew I should not have agreed to walk with him. I knew this was wrong. But Noah had this strange pull on me, something that was beyond explanation and resistant to stopping.His presence felt familiar and cozy, and at this moment I cleared all the mess and madness from my mind. I let myself enjoy it, let myself pretend everything was easy and matter-of-fact, despite knowing deep inside of me that it wasn't.I should have stepped back when approaching that house. Reality was slowly sinking in: where and what I was doing stood rig
The air was crisp in the afternoon, and I had to leave the workplace, my mind buzzing with routine as it has just completed. It was an ordinary day in all aspects, yet it felt off about it somehow. I don't know if it was the heavy clouds that hung low in the sky, threatening to break and pour rain anytime, or maybe it was the strange heaviness that I had been carrying with me these past few days—the weight that I couldn't explain. Seth has been so patient and loving, but I still felt. unsettled about something.I wasn't expecting to see him again-Noah. It had been unsettling enough the last time we met, but there he was, literally standing by the aisle of the same departmental store I wandered into, tossing items into a basket as if this were something absolutely normal in his world. My heart skipped a beat the moment I recognized him. It had resulted in betraying my body with a flush of heat that I couldn't ignore. I tried to calm my breathing, try and remind myself of everything Set
As we walked into that house that night, my brain would still glisten with the words spewed by Seth. All that weight, all that heaviness - Noah and those lies, manipulation, twisted web which life has become. My chest felt like it was stuck in some heavy fog, where nothing could be distinguished clearly, nothing trusted as what was thought to be known. Even Seth, the man who had been there for me, seemed at a distance somehow. The puzzle he'd given me, it seemed, was not pieced back together either; no matter how very hard I tried, those pieces wouldn't mesh.Seth treated me gently when he brought me home, like fragile glass that might break if one breathed too hard on it. And in his eyes, I saw the worry, the sadness, the hope that maybe, just maybe, this was the night that might change things between us. I had seen him trying everything to make me feel special, make me smile, and a part of me wanted to give him what he so desperately needed: a sign that I was coming back to him. Tha
I thought Seth was taking a leave from work for spending the day with me, which rather seemed to be a sweet gesture, but deep inside, upset me. We had been so tensed against each other lately without either of us being able fully to articulate what was nagging; it would always hang there in mid-air like an invisible barrier. While I would have liked to dissuade him from leaving, at the same time, I could not reject him. Seth had tried hard to make things be normal by bending over backward and doing all in his power; the least I could do was try to meet him halfway.We went out to a great little restaurant. It had a warm, cozy atmosphere. The low illuminations were rich in earth tones. After all, there isn't a setting more perfect for anyone who ever wanted to feel at ease. Couples were scattered all over the room, some laughing, some whispering low over glasses of wine, and it was one of those scenes-the kind of atmosphere which usually lulled me into a state of peace, but tonight mad