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Richard’s pov.The house felt different, brighter maybe, even with all the dust and spray paint cans scattered around. I leaned back, watching Sarah go from corner to corner, eyeing each wall with a level of focus that honestly made me smile. It was like watching her unlock some creative part of herself I hadn’t seen in years.“Okay, I think I’ll leave you two to the heavy lifting,” she said with a small grin, dusting off her hands. “I’ve got some painting to finish upstairs.”I caught her arm, meeting her eyes. “Don’t strain yourself up there. Call if you need anything moved.”She just rolled her eyes. “I’ll be fine. You two have got this.”With that, she left us, disappearing up the stairs and leaving me and Martins to face the chaos of unpacked boxes and mismatched furniture in the living room.Martins gave a low whistle. “She’s serious about making this place hers, isn’t she?”I nodded, folding my arms. “Yeah, and… I’m grateful for it.” The words slipped out, maybe a little more
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Richard’s pov.Trust Sarah to continue the restoration the next day, and I kinda feel bad, Susan really went all out turning the place into a showroom.I watched as Sarah fiddled with the arrangement on the mantel, adjusting and readjusting the same candle as if the world depended on its exact placement. “Are you decorating or trying to hypnotize it?” I asked, grinning as she shot me a look.“Oh, please,” she retorted. “Someone has to make this place look decent.” She flashed me a smirk, daring me to say more.“Decent? You wound me,” I said, clutching a hand to my chest, mock-offended. She let out a laugh, and I couldn’t help but join in. We had fallen into this easy rhythm, something that felt as new as it was familiar. The little teasing moments reminded me of the better days, but there was also something fresh here—like a spark reignited.As she turned her attention back to the living room, I could feel my heart pounding with the plan I’d set in motion for today. This was a big
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Sarah’s POV.It was early afternoon the next day when the doorbell rang. I was in the kitchen, my hands deep in a bowl of flour and water, trying to figure out Richard's mother's famous bread recipe. Cooking wasn’t exactly my strong suit, but for some reason, trying to get the house to feel like home again made me want to give it a try.I wiped my hands on a towel and headed to the door, assuming it was one of the decorators or a package delivery. But as soon as I opened it, I felt the air go stale.There stood Susan, looking immaculate and icy in a perfectly tailored coat and heels that must have cost more than an airplane. She didn’t wait for an invitation; she swept past me, heels clicking against the floor, bringing with her an attitude I hadn’t missed.“Well, isn’t this cozy,” she said, glancing around the house with a smirk. “A bit… rustic, though, don’t you think?”I raised an eyebrow, closing the door slowly behind her. “Susan,” I said, giving her a steady look, “to what do
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RICHARD POV.I pulled her close, letting her rest her head on my shoulder. “I’m not letting her ruin what we have,” I said firmly.Sarah lifted her head, her eyes meeting mine. “Neither am I. We’ve been through too much to let her—or anyone—come between us.”I kissed her forehead gently. “Exactly. This is our life now, and no one gets to dictate how we live it.”She smiled, her eyes shining with warmth. “I like the sound of that.”“Well,” she said, breaking the silence and tapping her fingers on the side of her leg, “I think this calls for a drink, don’t you?”I laughed, nodding in agreement. “Perfect idea.”We made our way into the kitchen, and I pulled out a bottle of champagne that I’d kept stashed away for a special moment. This felt like just the right time. I poured us each a glass, and as I handed hers over, I could see the sparkle in her eyes that reminded me of why I’d fallen for her in the first place.“To new beginnings,” I said, raising my glass.She raised hers too, clin
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Sarah’s PovThe morning sunlight peeked through the curtains, soft and warm. I could feel it on my face before I even opened my eyes, and for a second, I just stayed there, wrapped up in that gentle warmth. Richard’s arm was around me, and he was breathing slowly and steadily beside me. He looked so peaceful, and I almost didn’t want to wake him. But as usual, my mind started drifting.What would our life be like, years from now? Would it still feel this calm, this... simple? I turned over, my nose almost touching his. He stirred a little, one eye cracking open as if he could feel me staring.“You’re awake already?” he mumbled, his voice rough from sleep. “Barely,” I teased, brushing a bit of hair off his forehead. “Maybe I just like staring at you while you sleep.”He gave a half-grin, eyes still closed. “A bit creepy, don’t you think?”I nudged his shoulder. “You like it.”“Maybe.” He rolled onto his back, stretching his arms over his head. “So, what’s the plan today? Or are we
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Richard’s pov.The guy with the camera? Probably nothing. Or at least that’s what I kept telling Sarah, and myself too, to be honest. Maybe the guy with the camera was just some paparazzi, bored and out for a scoop, or maybe just a regular guy who thought he’d seen someone he knew. Sarah seemed rattled, though, and I couldn’t stand seeing her like that.What bothered me most wasn’t the guy himself but Sarah’s reaction. She hadn’t said much, but I could see the worry in her eyes, the way her shoulders tensed every time we passed someone on the street. I hated seeing her like that — on edge, nervous. So I tried to shake it off. Whoever the guy was, he was gone now, probably just some nosy photographer or someone who thought they’d seen a celebrity. Yeah, that was it. Simple. After all, I just announced my re-engagement to Sarah, so it was normal for the paparazzi to want to take pictures.As we got back to the apartment, Sarah went to put her things down, and I could see she was stil
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Richard’s Pov.After that strange text, my mind wouldn’t let it go. “Enjoy the laughs while you can.” I’d kept the message to myself, not wanting to worry Sarah. I didn’t even know what it meant, and I didn’t want to freak her out for no reason. But the words hung there in my head like a bad smell. I had to shake it off, though. Tonight was supposed to be fun, light, relaxed — exactly what she needed after that weird guy with the camera.We’d just gotten back from the comedy club, and Sarah was looking at me with that soft smile of hers, eyes shining. I figured maybe I could keep things light, get her laughing again. What better way than to cook dinner myself?“Stay right there,” I told her, leading her to the couch and giving her a little nudge to sit. “I’m gonna whip us up something amazing. You just relax.”She laughed, raising an eyebrow. “You? Cooking?”“Hey, I can cook,” I said, puffing my chest out a little. I wasn’t exactly a five-star chef, but how hard could it be?She ju
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Sarah’s pov.Richard tried to brush it off, but I could see something had caught his attention. He kept glancing out the window, his smile tight, eyes a bit too serious. My own stomach twisted a little. The dinner, the laughs — it had felt like we’d slipped into our own little world, but now, something about his unease tugged me back to reality.“Richard,” I nudged, my voice softer, “what is it, really? You’re worrying me.”He looked at me, then back at the window, like he was trying to figure out what to say. “It’s just… There's a car out there. Been sitting there for a while now.”A prickle ran down my spine. I shifted in my seat, glancing out the window without trying to look too obvious. Sure enough, there it was. An old sedan parked across the street, the lights dimmed, engine humming. Whoever was in there didn’t seem to be in any hurry to leave. “Maybe they’re just… lost?” I offered, trying to make it sound convincing, though I wasn’t sure if I was trying to convince him or m
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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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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
