Olivia's Pov:As the evening sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm golden glow across the city, I found myself getting ready for what promised to be an interesting dinner at Lucas's uncle's house. The atmosphere was charged with a mixture of excitement and nervousness as I picked out a simple yet elegant dress, one that would hopefully make a good impression.I couldn't help but recall the events of the past few days. The unexpected turn of events with Lucas had left me in a whirlwind of emotions, but I couldn't deny the connection that had blossomed between us. He had been there for me, and I had opened up to him about my past, a significant step in our budding relationship.As I applied a light touch of makeup and looked at myself in the mirror, I couldn't help but wonder what the evening had in store. Meeting Lucas's uncle was a big step, and I hoped that I would make a favorable impression on him. After all, Lucas's uncle was not just any relative; he had played a pivotal r
As I walked into the office building, I couldn't shake off the flutter of excitement in my chest. The thought of seeing Lucas, even if it had to be in secret, had a way of making my mornings brighter.As I went about arranging my desk, Lucas walked by. Without turning to face him, I offered a casual "Good morning." He replied in kind and continued walking. However, just a moment later, he doubled back, and I turned to look at him, surprised."Is everything alright?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.He shook his head, a playful glint in his eyes. "No, where's your smile?"I couldn't help but chuckle at his remark. "Well, I guess my smile was on a coffee break this morning," I quipped.Lucas grinned, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "We can't have that, now can we?" He reached over and playfully tapped the corner of my lips with his index finger, making me break into a genuine smile."That's more like it," he said, clearly satisfied with the result.I shook my head, amused by his antics.
We continued to drive in silence, and then I noticed that we were taking a turn towards his house. I glanced at him, feeling a bit puzzled."Why are we heading to your house?" I inquired, my curiosity getting the better of me.He smirked, glancing at me briefly before returning his gaze to the road. "I want to impress my date."I chuckled at his response, a mixture of surprise and amusement bubbling within me. "Impress your date, huh? I guess I'm looking forward to seeing what you have in store."Lucas flashed me a confident grin as he parked the car in the driveway of his impressive mansion. "I promise you won't be disappointed."He got out of the car and quickly came over to open my door, extending his hand to help me out. I took it graciously, stepping out of the vehicle with a playful smile."Chivalry isn't dead, is it?" I teased as we walked towards the entrance of his grand home.Lucas chuckled. "Not when you're around."Walking into his house, a sense of excitement and anticipa
Lucas pov:I enjoy our daily routine now. We work in the office in the morning, and in the evening, we either go to her place or mine for dinner and maybe watch a movie. After meeting Olivia, my life took an unexpected turn, one filled with laughter, love, and a newfound sense of purpose. She waltzed into my world like a breath of fresh air, bringing with her a warmth and light that I didn't know I was missing. With her by my side, every day feels like an adventure, and every moment brims with possibility. Olivia has a way of effortlessly melting away the barriers I've spent years building, replacing them with a sense of vulnerability and connection that I never knew I craved. Each morning, as the sun peeked over the horizon, I found myself eagerly anticipating the day ahead. Stepping into the bustling office, I was greeted by the familiar reassuring presence of Olivia by my side. Together, we navigated through meetings, deadlines, and endless meetings. Olivia's unwavering support an
I woke up to the sound of Olivia's phone ringing. She was already asleep beside me, her soft breathing filling the room with a sense of calm. As I reached over to silence the incessant ringing, I noticed the caller ID – an unfamiliar number.A jolt of curiosity surged through me as I hesitated, wondering who could be calling at this hour. Should I answer? Ignore it? I glanced at Olivia, her peaceful expression betraying no hint of the turmoil that lay beneath the surface of our relationship.Taking a deep breath, I pressed the answer button, my hand trembling slightly as I held the phone to my ear. "Hello?" I said, my voice barely above a whisper."Is Olivia there?" a man's voice came through the line, unfamiliar and yet oddly familiar.I swallowed hard, my throat suddenly dry. "Uh, no, she's asleep. Can I take a message?" I managed to reply, trying to keep my voice steady despite the racing of my heart."This is Simon, her fiancé. Could you please let her know I called?" he said, his
The dim lights of the bar cast long shadows, creating a cocoon of anonymity that I desperately needed. I slumped onto a barstool, feeling the weight of my sorrow and confusion press heavily upon me. The atmosphere was thick with the scent of stale beer and cigarette smoke, a fitting backdrop for my current state of mind.I howled at the waiter, my voice rough and edged with desperation. "Keep serving me your strongest drink," I demanded, my words slurred with a mix of anger and sadness. The bartender nodded, not questioning my obvious distress, and poured me a glass of something amber and potent.I took a long, burning swig, the alcohol searing a path down my throat. I wasn't sure if it was to my liking, but I didn't care. My taste was peculiar tonight, just like the tangled mess of emotions inside me. Olivia's deception gnawed at my mind like a relentless parasite. She had hidden something monumental from me, and now I couldn't fathom who she had been cheating with exactly. Was it t
The night was a blur of tears and regret. I sat on the edge of our bed, clutching my phone tightly, waiting for Lucas to call back. Each passing minute felt like an eternity, and the silence from his end was deafening. I had called him repeatedly, leaving voicemails, but he never picked up. The weight of my secrets and the fear of losing him pressed heavily on my chest."Please, Lucas, just pick up," I whispered, my voice breaking as tears streamed down my cheeks.But the phone remained silent, mocking my desperation. Eventually, exhaustion took over, and I cried myself to sleep, curled up in a ball, feeling more alone than ever.Morning came too soon, and I jolted awake, a sense of dread settling over me. My first instinct was to reach for my phone, hoping that maybe, just maybe, Lucas had called. My heart raced as I saw the screen light up, but my hope was quickly dashed when I saw the name: Cara.Caroline was calling me. I wondered what she wanted at this time of the morning. Reluc
Life could have been anything but not a disaster like this one. It was too tough and, at the same time, bone-crushing. Looking at Blake gave me both anxiety and immense relief. I could see the anger in his eyes, reflecting the betrayal he felt on behalf of his brother. He knew. He knew about my betrayal to Lucas.My legs felt like they were made of lead. I wanted to reach out to him, to explain, but every step I tried to take felt like I was moving backward instead of forward. Blake took a determined step toward me, his eyes never leaving mine. All I wanted was to turn and run as fast as I could, to escape this confrontation, but we both knew silently that I wouldn’t.Just like me, Blake needed answers. And I needed to know if Lucas was safe. My efforts felt futile, but I still wanted to stay—stay for Lucas, stay for our relationship, which we had built so beautifully in such a short time."Blake," I managed to say, my voice trembling. "What are you doing here?"Blake stepped closer,
The room was cold and utterly silent, cloaked in a thick, endless darkness that seemed to swallow sound itself. A small boy sat on the hard floor, his back pressed against the unyielding door, fists clenched and eyes wide with fear. He had pounded on that door, over and over, until his small hands throbbed, his knuckles raw and bruised. Every desperate knock echoed back, empty and unanswered. And as his strength waned, so did the knocks — at first loud, desperate slams, but now, weak, faint taps, barely audible, as though he was fading along with the sound.He didn’t know how long he had been here. The hours twisted into each other, stretching endlessly until he lost any sense of time. His stomach growled, the ache growing sharper, more painful, each minute as he tried to swallow down the thirst that scraped his throat dry. But worse than hunger, worse than thirst, was the creeping dread that seeped into his bones, the feeling of being forgotten, abandoned, and left alone in the dark.
Why did I even bother going after her? Why did I think, for one second, that I could fix everything? That somehow seeing her, talking to her, would make everything alright. What a fool I was. I wanted so badly to believe in her, to believe that this love we had was something real, something worth fighting for.But now, all I see is the truth, plain and brutal. She was cheating on me with another man—Simon, of all people. And the worst part is, she didn’t even care. She didn’t care that she was tearing me apart, ripping out the very heart I had so stupidly placed in her hands. She looked at him, she let him touch her, and I was the one left there standing like an idiot, watching the whole thing play out. And then, when she saw me standing there, her eyes wide with shock, she didn’t even have the decency to chase after me. She didn’t call my name, didn’t explain, didn’t do anything that might show me I still mattered to her.No, she just stood there, frozen, as if my heartbreak meant n
I walked back to my apartment, each step weighed down by the heavy burden of everything that had happened today. My mind was a blur of thoughts, each one more painful than the last. Was this what it felt like to lose everything? I never imagined that falling in love with Lucas would happen so quickly, so intensely. These past three months had been like a beautiful whirlwind, filling my life with joy and hope I hadn’t felt in so long. But now, all of that felt like it was slipping through my fingers, and I couldn’t shake the fear that I might never get him back, that he might never forgive me.Even though Lucas had said those hurtful words to me, there was something in his eyes that made me pause. He seemed distant, almost lost, like he was trapped in his own thoughts, questioning his own words. I couldn’t help but think that maybe he was hiding something too, something he wasn’t ready to share. It gave me a sliver of hope, but also filled me with confusion. What if I wasn’t the only on
The bell rang, its sound piercing through the fog of my hangover. I knew in my heart who it was. Did I want to meet her? Certainly not. All I wanted was to run away and never see her face again. But my heart was beating too fast, a conflicting desire pulling me toward the door. I wanted to reach her, to take her in my arms, but I was too scared. What if she was here to throw it in my face, to mock me for being so foolish to fall in love with her? What if my mother was right all along, and I didn’t deserve love?The bell rang again, cutting through my thoughts. It was persistent, just like her. She was determined to see me and hadn't left yet. Was there hope for us? Could we save this relationship?With a sigh, I put on my slippers, my head pounding from the hangover. I placed a hand on my forehead, trying to steady myself. Each step toward the door felt like a march toward the inevitable. I wasn’t ready to forgive her, but I wasn’t ready to lose her either. The conflict tore at my hea
Life could have been anything but not a disaster like this one. It was too tough and, at the same time, bone-crushing. Looking at Blake gave me both anxiety and immense relief. I could see the anger in his eyes, reflecting the betrayal he felt on behalf of his brother. He knew. He knew about my betrayal to Lucas.My legs felt like they were made of lead. I wanted to reach out to him, to explain, but every step I tried to take felt like I was moving backward instead of forward. Blake took a determined step toward me, his eyes never leaving mine. All I wanted was to turn and run as fast as I could, to escape this confrontation, but we both knew silently that I wouldn’t.Just like me, Blake needed answers. And I needed to know if Lucas was safe. My efforts felt futile, but I still wanted to stay—stay for Lucas, stay for our relationship, which we had built so beautifully in such a short time."Blake," I managed to say, my voice trembling. "What are you doing here?"Blake stepped closer,
The night was a blur of tears and regret. I sat on the edge of our bed, clutching my phone tightly, waiting for Lucas to call back. Each passing minute felt like an eternity, and the silence from his end was deafening. I had called him repeatedly, leaving voicemails, but he never picked up. The weight of my secrets and the fear of losing him pressed heavily on my chest."Please, Lucas, just pick up," I whispered, my voice breaking as tears streamed down my cheeks.But the phone remained silent, mocking my desperation. Eventually, exhaustion took over, and I cried myself to sleep, curled up in a ball, feeling more alone than ever.Morning came too soon, and I jolted awake, a sense of dread settling over me. My first instinct was to reach for my phone, hoping that maybe, just maybe, Lucas had called. My heart raced as I saw the screen light up, but my hope was quickly dashed when I saw the name: Cara.Caroline was calling me. I wondered what she wanted at this time of the morning. Reluc
The dim lights of the bar cast long shadows, creating a cocoon of anonymity that I desperately needed. I slumped onto a barstool, feeling the weight of my sorrow and confusion press heavily upon me. The atmosphere was thick with the scent of stale beer and cigarette smoke, a fitting backdrop for my current state of mind.I howled at the waiter, my voice rough and edged with desperation. "Keep serving me your strongest drink," I demanded, my words slurred with a mix of anger and sadness. The bartender nodded, not questioning my obvious distress, and poured me a glass of something amber and potent.I took a long, burning swig, the alcohol searing a path down my throat. I wasn't sure if it was to my liking, but I didn't care. My taste was peculiar tonight, just like the tangled mess of emotions inside me. Olivia's deception gnawed at my mind like a relentless parasite. She had hidden something monumental from me, and now I couldn't fathom who she had been cheating with exactly. Was it t
I woke up to the sound of Olivia's phone ringing. She was already asleep beside me, her soft breathing filling the room with a sense of calm. As I reached over to silence the incessant ringing, I noticed the caller ID – an unfamiliar number.A jolt of curiosity surged through me as I hesitated, wondering who could be calling at this hour. Should I answer? Ignore it? I glanced at Olivia, her peaceful expression betraying no hint of the turmoil that lay beneath the surface of our relationship.Taking a deep breath, I pressed the answer button, my hand trembling slightly as I held the phone to my ear. "Hello?" I said, my voice barely above a whisper."Is Olivia there?" a man's voice came through the line, unfamiliar and yet oddly familiar.I swallowed hard, my throat suddenly dry. "Uh, no, she's asleep. Can I take a message?" I managed to reply, trying to keep my voice steady despite the racing of my heart."This is Simon, her fiancé. Could you please let her know I called?" he said, his
Lucas pov:I enjoy our daily routine now. We work in the office in the morning, and in the evening, we either go to her place or mine for dinner and maybe watch a movie. After meeting Olivia, my life took an unexpected turn, one filled with laughter, love, and a newfound sense of purpose. She waltzed into my world like a breath of fresh air, bringing with her a warmth and light that I didn't know I was missing. With her by my side, every day feels like an adventure, and every moment brims with possibility. Olivia has a way of effortlessly melting away the barriers I've spent years building, replacing them with a sense of vulnerability and connection that I never knew I craved. Each morning, as the sun peeked over the horizon, I found myself eagerly anticipating the day ahead. Stepping into the bustling office, I was greeted by the familiar reassuring presence of Olivia by my side. Together, we navigated through meetings, deadlines, and endless meetings. Olivia's unwavering support an