Sarah’s POV.Sitting alone in the dim light of the kitchen, I read through the records, every line on the page feeling like a heavy stone added to my chest. The file from Jason was spread out in front of me, the pieces of Richard’s past deals slowly fitting together into a picture I was beginning to understand… but didn’t want to.I hadn’t told Richard, not yet. Part of me wanted to protect him, to take the burden off his shoulders. The other part, though… the part of me that couldn’t quite let go of what he’d hidden, that part wanted to know the truth for myself. And the truth wasn’t pretty.Flipping through the stack of papers, I recognized the names, dates, and even a few locations. Richard had told me bits and pieces before—about “some deals,” a network of people he’d worked with when he was still new in business. But he hadn’t told me how deep he’d been involved, and he certainly hadn’t told me he’d worked with people whose reputations still lingered like dark shadows over ce
Sarah’s POV.Sitting in a quiet booth at the back of a small cafe, I wrapped my hands around a mug of coffee, letting the warmth seep through my fingers. I glanced at the door again, nerves buzzing through me as I waited. James was late, but I wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or not. Every second that passed made me question my decision to come here, to meet him alone. But after everything I’d found—and everything Richard still wouldn’t tell me—I had to know. I had to understand what James wanted and what he knew.Just as I was considering leaving, the door opened, and there he was. James looked different than the last time I’d seen him—older, and a bit worn down. But his eyes still had that same sharpness, that same hint of something dark. He spotted me right away and walked over, his expression unreadable.“Sarah,” he said, sliding into the seat across from me. “Didn’t expect you’d actually show up.”I forced a smile, trying to keep my voice steady. “Well, you left me little
Sarah pov.After that meeting with James, I left feeling like the air was heavier, clinging to me in a way I couldn’t shake. I should’ve known better than to think I’d get a straight answer from him, but the little he did share was enough to send my mind spinning. Every word he said hinted at something deeper, something that could hurt Richard, and possibly, both of us. I knew if Richard found out about this meeting, he’d go into protective mode, trying to shield me from all of it. But this time, I couldn’t let him.As I drove home, my mind kept replaying the conversation. James, calm and cold as ever, hinting at secrets and alliances, all while refusing to tell me anything that actually mattered. But the way he looked at me, that smug look as he said, “Not everything is as it seems,” sent a chill down my spine. I knew there was more at play here, but what, exactly, I couldn’t say. All I knew was that if James wanted something from us, he’d stop at nothing to get it.The house wa
Sarah’s Pov.I took a deep breath, clutching the steering wheel as I pulled up in front of the small cafe where I was meeting Susan. My mind was still reeling from the encounter with James, the way he dropped hints and threats so casually. And now here I was, facing another ghost from our past. Susan had been circling around us like a shark, but something in me said I needed to face her myself, away from Richard, to truly understand what she wanted. As soon as I walked in, I spotted her at a corner table, swirling her coffee with a thin smile that didn’t reach her eyes. She looked different from how I remembered—still polished and poised, but something in her eyes was colder, sharper. This wasn’t the same Susan from back when Richard and I first got married. She’d changed, or maybe she’d always been like this, and I’d been too naive to see it.“Sarah,” she greeted, her tone oozing a false warmth. “So brave of you to come meet me.”“Susan,” I replied, keeping my voice steady as I
Sarah’s pov.I walked into the living room, my heart pounding in my chest, the words I’d been holding back now feeling too big to keep inside. Richard was sitting on the couch, looking tired, as if everything was pressing down on him, too. Part of me wanted to keep silent, to shield him just a little longer, but I couldn’t. Not anymore.“Richard,” I began, trying to keep my voice steady. He looked up, his eyes narrowing slightly at my tone. “We need to talk.”He sighed, leaning back, his face showing that wary look I’d come to recognize. “What’s going on, Sarah?”I took a deep breath, every part of me tensing. “There’s something I haven’t told you… about James. And Susan.”I could see his expression shift, the lines on his face tightening. He didn’t say anything, so I continued, words spilling out faster than I’d intended.“James has been reaching out to me. He’s in town. I met with him a few days ago, trying to figure out what he wanted, why he was coming back now.”I gauge his rea
Sarah’s pov.As I sat across from Richard, a new resolve had settled over us both. We’d been dancing around these shadows for so long, pretending we could handle things on our own, that maybe the other didn’t need to know. But I could see now how much I’d held back, and how much he’d hidden. If we were going to get through this, we’d have to trust each other completely.“Alright,” I said, breaking the silence between us, “so what’s the plan?”Richard looked at me, his expression a mix of determination and something like relief. “First, we get Martins involved,” he replied.“He knows enough about this kind of work, and we need someone on our side who understands the law, someone who can move quietly and quickly.”I nodded, feeling a little weight lift. Martins was someone I trusted too. A practical thinker, level-headed, someone who wouldn’t get rattled easily. If anyone could help us, it’d be him.“When do we meet him?” I asked, already calculating how much time we had left before th
Sarah’s Pov.The air was tense as Richard and I sat across from each other, planning our next move. The betrayal had stung, and we were still reeling from it, but there was a spark of determination in Richard’s eyes that hadn’t been there before. It was like he’d woken up and remembered he had something—someone—worth fighting for.“Sarah,” he said quietly, “I think we need to confront James. There has to be something he’s hiding, for some reason he’s working with the network. If we can find it, maybe we can turn him.”I nodded, but doubt clawed at me. I wasn’t exactly keen on seeing James again after his threats. But if there was even a chance he’d fold under pressure, we needed to take it.“How do we get to him?” I asked. “He’s always so… guarded. I mean, we’ve tried before.”Richard leaned forward, his voice low. “Martins did some digging. James has been in a bad spot financially—nothing obvious, but his businesses are tied up in a lot of debt. If we can use that against him…”The
Sarah’s pov.The air in the car was thick as Richard drove us toward the meeting spot. I sat there, fiddling with the cuff of my sleeve, trying to keep my breathing steady, trying to look like I wasn’t on the edge of running. I glanced at Richard, his jaw tight, his hands gripping the steering wheel a little too hard. He caught my gaze and softened, giving me a slight smile that was supposed to be comforting. But there was nothing comforting about this. Not when we were about to walk into a room with James and a few of his “network contacts.” Just saying the word made my stomach twist. And James… Well, trusting him felt like trying to trust a snake. You just couldn’t be sure he wouldn’t bite.“So, are you ready?” Richard asked, his voice low and calm. Too calm. He knew this was a big risk—maybe even our biggest so far. “Ready as I’ll ever be,” I replied, trying to sound steady. But my mind was spinning. I knew we had no choice but to work with James. He had the connections, the
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
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
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
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
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
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
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.
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
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