Sarahโs 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. Richardโs arm was around me, and he was breathing slowly and steadily beside me. He looked so peaceful, and I almost didnโt 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.โYouโre awake already?โ he mumbled, his voice rough from sleep. โBarely,โ I teased, brushing a bit of hair off his forehead. โMaybe I just like staring at you while you sleep.โHe gave a half-grin, eyes still closed. โA bit creepy, donโt you think?โI nudged his shoulder. โYou like it.โโMaybe.โ He rolled onto his back, stretching his arms over his head. โSo, whatโs the plan today? Or are we
Richardโs pov.The guy with the camera? Probably nothing. Or at least thatโs 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 heโd seen someone he knew. Sarah seemed rattled, though, and I couldnโt stand seeing her like that.What bothered me most wasnโt the guy himself but Sarahโs reaction. She hadnโt 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 โ 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 theyโd 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
Richardโs Pov.After that strange text, my mind wouldnโt let it go. โEnjoy the laughs while you can.โ Iโd kept the message to myself, not wanting to worry Sarah. I didnโt even know what it meant, and I didnโt 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 โ exactly what she needed after that weird guy with the camera.Weโd 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?โStay right there,โ I told her, leading her to the couch and giving her a little nudge to sit. โIโm gonna whip us up something amazing. You just relax.โShe laughed, raising an eyebrow. โYou? Cooking?โโHey, I can cook,โ I said, puffing my chest out a little. I wasnโt exactly a five-star chef, but how hard could it be?She ju
Sarahโs 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 โ it had felt like weโd slipped into our own little world, but now, something about his unease tugged me back to reality.โRichard,โ I nudged, my voice softer, โwhat is it, really? Youโre worrying me.โHe looked at me, then back at the window, like he was trying to figure out what to say. โItโs justโฆ There's a car out there. Been sitting there for a while now.โA 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 didnโt seem to be in any hurry to leave. โMaybe theyโre justโฆ lost?โ I offered, trying to make it sound convincing, though I wasnโt sure if I was trying to convince him or m
Richardโs povThe morning started off as one of those rare, lazy days. Iโd woken up with Sarah curled up beside me, her hair fanning across the pillow in wild waves. The sun peeked through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room. Everything seemed perfect. Calm. Until I tried to sneak out of bed.โWhere do you think youโre going?โ Her voice was muffled, half-asleep, but she caught me.โThought Iโd get us coffee.โ I grinned, still only halfway off the bed.She lifted her head, one eye open and suspicious. โDonโt think I didnโt notice you were avoiding the dishes last night. You donโt get coffee privileges till you do them.โI held up my hands in surrender. โFine, fine. Dishes first, coffee later.โOn my way to the kitchen, I passed by the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the estate. Everything looked normalโguards in their usual spots, the gates secured. Just another day, right? But I still felt an odd twinge, like there was something I was missing.I shook it off and got
Sarahโs pov.The evening started with a quiet, tense mood that I was determined to shake off. Richard had been distracted ever since his old associate, James, had shown up out of nowhere with some vague warning. I could see it in his eyesโa darkness, a worry that gnawed at him, even though he tried to hide it behind a calm face. I wanted to pull him out of it, just for a while.โLetโs play a game,โ I blurted out, grinning and hoping heโd get into the spirit.He looked up, confused. โA game?โโYes, a game. Something simple, fun.โ I grabbed a stack of cards from the living room drawer. โCome on, when was the last time we played anything? Besides, Iโm feeling pretty competitive tonight.โRichardโs mouth quirked into a small smile. โYouโre challenging me to a game night?โI leaned in, waggling my eyebrows. โScared?โHe chuckled, finally giving in. โAlright, bring it on. What are we playing?โHalf an hour later, we were knee-deep in cards and dice, with the coffee table covered in snacks.
Richardโs pov.The morning started with that ominous letter. I held it, reading the typed words over and over, trying to make sense of the threat. It was clear, sharpโโMeet me or youโll regret it.โ Sarahโs face was pale, her fingers tight around the paper. She looked at me, fear and frustration mingling in her eyes.โDo you thinkโฆโ she began, voice barely a whisper. โDo you think itโs Susan?โMy jaw clenched at the name. Susan had been a thorn in our lives, vowing revenge after our fallout with her. She was ruthless, always scheming, always pulling stunts to try and get back at us. This kind of intimidation had her name all over it.โI wouldnโt put it past her,โ I muttered, rubbing my temples. โShe did say weโd regret crossing her.โSarah gave a small nod, her eyes still fixed on the letter. โIf it is her, then maybe I should go alone. Handle it directly.โI immediately shook my head, not liking where her mind was going. โNo way, Sarah. If youโre meeting anyone, Iโm going with you.
Richardโs pov.Sarah stood there, still holding the file like it was her only shield. Her shoulders were tense, her head slightly bowed. I wanted to run over and pull her into my arms, to ask her a thousand questions, but I stayed back, waiting for her to gather herself. She needed a minute, and I wasnโt about to take that from her.Finally, she looked around, her eyes scanning the area until they fell on me. Her expression shifted, a mix of surprise and relief flooding her face. She didnโt look angry that Iโd followed herโif anything, she looked grateful.I stepped out from the shadows, walking over slowly. โYou alright?โ I asked, my voice soft.She let out a shaky breath and nodded. โYeah. Justโฆ a bit shaken, I guess.โI glanced at the file she was clutching. โWho is he? What did he give you?โHer gaze dropped to the file, a frown creasing her forehead. โI donโt know yet,โ she murmured. โBut whatever it isโฆ it canโt be good.โI put a hand on her shoulder, squeezing it gently. โWeโ
Richard pov.The weeks that followed were like a dream, the kind of dream I never wanted to wake up from. Sarahโs recovery was nothing short of miraculous. She was her old self againโstrong, 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 usโand everyone elseโin 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. Sheโd always talked about having a garden wedding, surrounded by nature, with the sun setting in the background. And thatโs 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 heโd rather be anywhere else. โMartins, the flowers go on the left,โ Zoe said, hands on her hips. โThey look fine where they are,โ Martins shot back, holding up a bouquet of
Richard pov.Weeks passed. Life felt like a blur of hospital visits, endless updates from doctors, and quiet moments spent in Sarahโs 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 couldnโt 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. Iโd visit her every evening after sitting with Sarah, watching her tiny chest rise and fall under the glow of the incubatorโs lights. She was the only glimmer of hope in an otherwise dark time. โHey, little one,โ I whispered one night, my hand resting on the incubator. โYour momโs going to wake up soon. She has to. She wouldnโt leave us like this.โ It was a quiet morning when the miracle happened. I was sitting in Sarahโs room, flipping through
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. โTodayโs a big step forward,โ he said. โRemember, this trial is about getting justice, not reopening wounds. Youโre here to see Susan held accountable, not to punish yourself for her actions.โI nodded, though his words didnโt settle the unease churning in my gut. The courtroom was cold, and even though Iโd prepared myself for this moment, seeing Susan seated across the room made my stomach twist. She didnโt 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
Richard pov.The call from the police came just after dawn, jarring me awake in the cold, uncomfortable chair next to Sarahโs hospital bed. I fumbled with my phone, heart pounding as I stepped into the hallway to answer.โWeโve located Susan,โ the officer said. โSheโs in custody. Weโd like you to come down to the station.โMy grip tightened around the phone. The relief I felt was fleeting, quickly replaced by anger. โIโll be there,โ 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 wasnโt alone. Her eyes were heavy with exhaustion, but her concern for Sarah mirrored my own.โWas that about Susan?โ she asked.I nodded. โTheyโve got her. Iโm heading to the station.โโIโm coming with you,โ she said firmly.โNo,โ I said, shaking my head. โStay here. I need someone I trust to be with Sarah.โShe hesitated, then sighed. โFine. But keep me updated.โWhen I arrived at the police station, Martin
Richard pov.The cold, sterile environment of the police station did nothing to settle the unease that had been gnawing at me since Sarahโs fall. Sitting across from Isabelle in the small interrogation room only amplified it. She looked differentโdisheveled, almost feralโbut 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 wasnโt here to trade pleasantries. โWhy, Isabelle?โ My voice was steady, but my hands clenched into fists under the table. โWhy did you hurt Sarah?โ She tilted her head, a slow, deliberate movement that made my skin crawl. Then, she smiledโa twisted, almost childlike grin. โShe wanted to take you from me,โ she said, her tone eerily calm. I blinked, the sheer absurdity of her words momentarily robbing me of speech. โTake me from you? Isabelle, how many times
Richard pov.Morning came soon. The soft hum of the machines in Sarahโs 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 logisticsโcoordinating with hospital staff, keeping everyone updated, and ensuring the security team outside wasnโt 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. โThis better be good,โ I snapped, my voice low but sharp. โMr. Wright,โ a familiar voice respondedโit was Derek, head of my security team. โWeโve apprehended Isabelle.โ The words didnโt re
Richard povThe living room buzzed with lifeโlaughter, 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 wouldnโt come undone. Martins nudged me as I stood by the window, eyes darting to the security guards stationed discreetly outside. โHey, CIA,โ he joked, his tone light. โYou might wanna dial it down before Sarah figures out youโve turned the baby shower into a covert operation.โ I managed a thin smile. โJust being cautious.โ Martins chuckled. โYeah, cautious is your middle name. Youโre so tense, you might scare the baby into coming early.โ His humor didnโt land. I couldnโt shake the image of Sarah falling down those stairs from my mindโa thought that had no basis but still felt like an omen. Isabelle was out there. I didnโt know where, and that made her a threat.
Sarah pov.I woke up feeling like I was floating on air. Memories of last night flooded backโthe soft glow of fairy lights, Richardโs 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. โGood morning, little one,โ 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 couldnโt 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. โAh, our glowing bride-to-be!โ Martins said with exaggerated flair, waving his hands like a magician. I roll
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 strengthโit 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.โMartins, hurry up with the banner!โ 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, thatโs 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 didnโt look like a Pinterest project gone wrong. I wanted everything to be perfect for Sarah. After everything weโd been through, she deserved thatโand more.โRichard, mate, you need to chill,โ Ma