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Sarah pov.The office was bustling, as usual. I walked through the space, my eyes scanning the place that had once felt so overwhelming to me. It felt like just yesterday I was trying to keep up with everything—emails, meetings, deadlines. Now, Zoe had it all under control. It was almost… strange. And a little bit freeing. I stopped by Zoe’s desk, watching her juggle a few phone calls at once while she typed away at her computer. She didn’t even look up as I approached. “You’re like a superhero,” I said, leaning on the edge of her desk.She glanced up, giving me a grin. “It’s a gift,” she said, unbothered. “I’m just multitasking like a pro.”“You’re making me feel totally irrelevant here,” I joked, crossing my arms. “I’m practically a ghost in this place now.”Zoe laughed and shook her head. “Oh please, Sarah, don’t act like you’re not still the boss. You can’t just vanish off the face of the Earth and expect us to forget about you.” She leaned back in her chair, raising an eyebrow
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Richard pov.The morning sun streamed through the hotel windows as I zipped up the last of our suitcases. The trip had been a whirlwind—work, family, moments of laughter, and the occasional bit of chaos. But now, it was time to head home. I glanced over at Sarah, who was double-checking her carry-on bag. She looked focused, but there was a softness to her expression that hadn’t been there a few weeks ago. “Do you really need to go through that again?” I teased, sitting on the edge of the bed. “You’re making me nervous, like we’re smuggling gold bars or something.”Sarah shot me a mock glare. “Well, I don’t trust you not to have forgotten something important. Do you remember that time in Paris when you left my charger at the hotel?”I groaned, holding up my hands. “You’re never letting me live that down, are you?”“Not a chance,” she said, smirking before zipping up her bag. A knock on the door interrupted us. Zoe strolled in, sunglasses perched on her head like she was the star of
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Richard pov.Hospitals were never my favorite place. Something about the sterile smell, the squeak of shoes on polished floors, and the constant hum of activity made me uneasy. But sitting there with Sarah in the waiting room, I was trying not to let any of that show. She didn’t need me adding to her stress. Sarah sat next to me, leaning back in her chair, one hand on her stomach and the other flipping through a magazine that looked older than both of us. “You’re fidgeting again,” she said, not even looking up. “I’m not fidgeting,” I said quickly, though my bouncing knee betrayed me. She gave me a sideways glance, one eyebrow raised. “You know I can hear your leg, right?” I stopped, planting both feet firmly on the ground. “Just keeping the blood flowing,” I said with a shrug. Her lips twitched into a small smile. “Sure. Whatever helps you sleep at night.” I loved how calm she seemed, like this was just another routine appointment. But me? My stomach was doing somersaults
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Sarah pov.The morning sunlight streamed through the kitchen window, painting everything in soft, warm hues. I stirred my tea absently, watching the steam swirl up as I tried to sort through the jumble of thoughts in my head. Yesterday’s check-up had gone well—better than I could’ve hoped, really. Still, a tiny part of me couldn’t shake the doctor’s advice. “Eat this, avoid that, don’t stress, stay active but not too much,” I muttered under my breath, swirling my spoon in circles. It felt like there were a hundred rules to remember, and I was terrified of messing something up. “You’re going to wear a hole in that mug if you keep stirring like that,” Richard teased, setting a plate of scrambled eggs in front of me. I blinked and looked up at him. He was still wearing the soft smile he’d carried since yesterday’s appointment, the one that made me feel like everything might actually be okay. “Just thinking,” I said, resting my chin in my hand. “About?” he prompted, sitting do
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Richard pov.The doorbell rang earlier than expected, cutting through the quiet of the morning. I glanced at the clock on the microwave—9:30 a.m. Marina wasn’t supposed to get here until noon. I was in sweatpants, barely awake, and halfway through making tea. “Must be Marina,” I muttered, setting the kettle down. Sarah looked up from the couch, where she’d been scrolling through her phone. Her face immediately shifted, her smile tightening in a way only I could catch. “Already?” she asked, raising an eyebrow. “She’s early,” I said, trying to keep my tone casual, though I felt a twinge of guilt. Marina always had a knack for surprising us, and not always in a good way. I headed for the door, taking a deep breath. Marina and I had always been close, but I knew how she could come across—especially to Sarah. She had this way of making her opinions feel like lectures, delivered with just enough condescension to make you question every decision you’d ever made. “Richard!” Mari
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Sarah pov.Waking up to another day with Marina in the house felt like preparing for a battle I hadn’t signed up for. Richard was already downstairs, and I could hear faint voices drifting up from the kitchen. Great, I thought, tugging on my robe. She’s probably giving him her daily lecture on how to survive the world.When I walked in, the first thing I noticed was Marina sitting at the dining table, coffee cup in hand, a magazine spread out in front of her. She glanced up and gave me a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. “Good morning, Sarah,” she said brightly. “Did you sleep well? I hope the baby didn’t keep you up too much.” “The baby’s still pretty quiet,” I replied, attempting a polite smile. “Good morning, Marina.” Richard was by the stove, frying eggs, and gave me a quick grin. “Tea or coffee, love?” “Tea, please,” I said, sliding into a chair across from Marina. “Herbal, right?” Marina chimed in before Richard could even grab a mug. “Caffeine is terrible for
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Richard pov.The sound of forks clinking against plates filled the room, but the lunch conversation—or lack of it—was the real noise. Marina had planted herself at the head of the table, her voice carrying on as though she were giving a lecture. Sarah had been unusually quiet, her gaze mostly fixed on her plate, and I couldn’t decide if she was counting bites or just trying to tune Marina out.“Oh, Sarah,” Marina chimed, cutting into her grilled chicken with exaggerated precision, “I couldn’t help but notice the bread basket. You know, too much bread isn’t great for the baby.” I paused mid-bite, the crust of my sandwich suddenly feeling heavier in my hand. Sarah’s fork lingered on her plate, but she didn’t look up. She was too polite to retort, or maybe she was just too tired of fighting. “I think she’s managing her diet perfectly,” I said, trying to keep my tone light. “The doctor didn’t mention anything about cutting carbs.” Marina smiled thinly, the kind of smile you knew w
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Sarah povThe morning sunlight spilled into the kitchen as I stood by the counter, slicing strawberries for breakfast. I could hear Marina in the dining room, chatting away as if she’d been living here for years. Her voice carried that same note of authority it always did, like she was the oracle of all things life-related. It made me grip the knife a little tighter. I took a deep breath. You’ve got this, Sarah. Be polite but firm. Don’t let her steamroll you again.Carrying the fruit bowl to the table, I put on my best neutral expression. Marina glanced up from her coffee, smiling that patronizing smile of hers. “Good morning, Sarah! Did you sleep well? I hope you’re keeping an eye on your sleep schedule—it’s crucial at this stage, you know.” “Yes, thank you, Marina,” I replied, setting the bowl down. “I’ve been following the doctor’s advice.” “Oh, doctors,” she said, waving a hand dismissively. “They mean well, but they don’t see the whole picture. When my sister was pregna
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Richard pov.The weeks that followed were like a dream, the kind of dream I never wanted to wake up from. Sarah’s recovery was nothing short of miraculous. She was her old self again—strong, radiant, and filled with the kind of joy that seemed to light up any room she entered. And our daughter? She was growing so fast, already wrapping us—and everyone else—in her tiny fingers. But the best part of it all? We were finally preparing for our wedding. Sarah wanted something small and intimate, just us and our closest family and friends. She’d always talked about having a garden wedding, surrounded by nature, with the sun setting in the background. And that’s exactly what we were going to do. The morning was a flurry of activity. Zoe was in charge of decorations, barking orders at Martins, who looked like he’d rather be anywhere else. “Martins, the flowers go on the left,” Zoe said, hands on her hips. “They look fine where they are,” Martins shot back, holding up a bouquet of
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Richard pov.Weeks passed. Life felt like a blur of hospital visits, endless updates from doctors, and quiet moments spent in Sarah’s room. I was there every day, holding her hand, speaking softly to her, willing her to wake up. Zoe and Martins tried their best to keep things light whenever they visited, cracking jokes or telling stories, but even they couldn’t hide their worry. The NICU had become another constant in my life. Our daughter was thriving despite her premature birth, a tiny fighter who seemed determined to make it through. I’d visit her every evening after sitting with Sarah, watching her tiny chest rise and fall under the glow of the incubator’s lights. She was the only glimmer of hope in an otherwise dark time. “Hey, little one,” I whispered one night, my hand resting on the incubator. “Your mom’s going to wake up soon. She has to. She wouldn’t leave us like this.” It was a quiet morning when the miracle happened. I was sitting in Sarah’s room, flipping through
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Richard pov.The morning of the trial felt heavy. I left the hospital earlier than usual, making sure Zoe would stay with Sarah. Despite the overwhelming dread, there was a part of me that felt strangely numb, as if my emotions had run dry after weeks of worry and anger. Martins met me outside the courthouse, impeccably dressed in his usual sharp suit. He clapped a hand on my shoulder, his touch grounding. “Today’s a big step forward,” he said. “Remember, this trial is about getting justice, not reopening wounds. You’re here to see Susan held accountable, not to punish yourself for her actions.”I nodded, though his words didn’t settle the unease churning in my gut. The courtroom was cold, and even though I’d prepared myself for this moment, seeing Susan seated across the room made my stomach twist. She didn’t look like someone riddled with guilt; she looked indifferent, like this was just another ordinary day. The prosecution opened with a detailed timeline of events, recou
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Richard pov.The call from the police came just after dawn, jarring me awake in the cold, uncomfortable chair next to Sarah’s hospital bed. I fumbled with my phone, heart pounding as I stepped into the hallway to answer.“We’ve located Susan,” the officer said. “She’s in custody. We’d like you to come down to the station.”My grip tightened around the phone. The relief I felt was fleeting, quickly replaced by anger. “I’ll be there,” I said, my voice low.Zoe appeared beside me as I hung up. She had been sitting with Sarah through the night, taking turns with Martins to ensure I wasn’t alone. Her eyes were heavy with exhaustion, but her concern for Sarah mirrored my own.“Was that about Susan?” she asked.I nodded. “They’ve got her. I’m heading to the station.”“I’m coming with you,” she said firmly.“No,” I said, shaking my head. “Stay here. I need someone I trust to be with Sarah.”She hesitated, then sighed. “Fine. But keep me updated.”When I arrived at the police station, Martin
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Richard pov.The cold, sterile environment of the police station did nothing to settle the unease that had been gnawing at me since Sarah’s fall. Sitting across from Isabelle in the small interrogation room only amplified it. She looked different—disheveled, almost feral—but her eyes still held that same unhinged intensity I remembered from before. Martins sat beside me, arms crossed, his body language radiating skepticism and disgust. The officer standing by the door had warned us to keep the conversation civil, but I wasn’t here to trade pleasantries. “Why, Isabelle?” My voice was steady, but my hands clenched into fists under the table. “Why did you hurt Sarah?” She tilted her head, a slow, deliberate movement that made my skin crawl. Then, she smiled—a twisted, almost childlike grin. “She wanted to take you from me,” she said, her tone eerily calm. I blinked, the sheer absurdity of her words momentarily robbing me of speech. “Take me from you? Isabelle, how many times
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Richard pov.Morning came soon. The soft hum of the machines in Sarah’s room provided a false sense of calm, but every beep reminded me she was hanging on by a thread. My chest felt heavy with every passing second, waiting for her to open her eyes, to tell me everything would be okay. Zoe and Martins stayed close, their presence quiet but steady. Zoe would occasionally bring coffee or attempt to distract me with updates on the baby, but my focus stayed on Sarah.Martins had taken over the logistics—coordinating with hospital staff, keeping everyone updated, and ensuring the security team outside wasn’t slacking. It was just after 7 a.m. when my phone buzzed in my pocket, the vibration snapping me out of my daze. I saw the caller ID and immediately stepped out of the room to take the call. “This better be good,” I snapped, my voice low but sharp. “Mr. Wright,” a familiar voice responded—it was Derek, head of my security team. “We’ve apprehended Isabelle.” The words didn’t re
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Richard povThe living room buzzed with life—laughter, the clinking of glasses, and warm chatter filled the air. Guests had arrived, carrying brightly wrapped gifts and wide smiles. It should have been a joyful day, a celebration of new life. But all I could feel was unease twisting in my gut like a knot that wouldn’t come undone. Martins nudged me as I stood by the window, eyes darting to the security guards stationed discreetly outside. “Hey, CIA,” he joked, his tone light. “You might wanna dial it down before Sarah figures out you’ve turned the baby shower into a covert operation.” I managed a thin smile. “Just being cautious.” Martins chuckled. “Yeah, cautious is your middle name. You’re so tense, you might scare the baby into coming early.” His humor didn’t land. I couldn’t shake the image of Sarah falling down those stairs from my mind—a thought that had no basis but still felt like an omen. Isabelle was out there. I didn’t know where, and that made her a threat.
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Sarah pov.I woke up feeling like I was floating on air. Memories of last night flooded back—the soft glow of fairy lights, Richard’s face as he knelt before me, the ring that sparkled on my finger. I glanced at my hand, letting the sunlight catch the diamond, and smiled. It still felt surreal. The baby stirred, a gentle nudge reminding me she was there. “Good morning, little one,” I murmured, rubbing my belly. She responded with another kick, and my heart swelled. Today was going to be beautiful, filled with friends and laughter at the baby shower. But as I climbed out of bed and pulled on a robe, a faint unease settled in the back of my mind. Something I couldn’t quite place. When I reached the kitchen, the smell of coffee and the sound of laughter greeted me. Zoe was sitting at the counter, holding a steaming mug, while Martins leaned back in his chair, mid-joke. “Ah, our glowing bride-to-be!” Martins said with exaggerated flair, waving his hands like a magician. I roll
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Richard pov.It had been a month since our trip to the nearby town. Sarah was now in her eighth month, and every day, I marveled at how gracefully she handled the ups and downs of pregnancy. But today was about more than just her strength—it was about giving her a moment to remember forever. I had planned a re-engagement surprise for her, one that would let her know how much she meant to me, now and always.“Martins, hurry up with the banner!” I called out as my best friend tried to figure out which end of the ribbon went where. He muttered something about not being a decorator, but I ignored him.The house was chaotic, but the good kind. At least, that’s what I kept telling myself as I rushed from one end of the living room to the other, adjusting balloons and making sure the decorations didn’t look like a Pinterest project gone wrong. I wanted everything to be perfect for Sarah. After everything we’d been through, she deserved that—and more.“Richard, mate, you need to chill,” Ma
