All Chapters of The Unwritten Vow : Chapter 1 - Chapter 7

The sharp crash of glass against marble shattered the silence. Deep red wine splattered across the pristine floor, seeping into the cracks like spilled blood.Sarah Winters stood frozen at the doorway, the taste of bile rising in her throat. Her heartbeat pounded in her ears, drowning out the sounds of the city beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows.James, the man she had spent six years loving, was in bed with her best friend. Chloe.Together.The scene was like something out of a twisted nightmare, one she couldn't wake up from. The silk sheets tangled around their bodies, Chloe’s hair spilling across the pillows, James’s bare torso exposed as he turned toward her, an unreadable expression on his face.Sarah’s breath came in short, sharp gasps, her fingers curling so tightly around the doorframe that her knuckles turned white.The air reeked of betrayal. For a moment, none of them spoke.Then Chloe, her best friend, her supposed sister in everything but blood let out a soft, lazy ch

Elliot Remington’s office was a testament to wealth, power, and precision. Located on the top floor of Remington Enterprises, the suite was designed with modern elegance. Floor to ceiling window offered an uninterrupted view of the Manhattan skyline, casting golden light across the space as the sun dipped below the horizon.The room itself was massive, yet every inch was carefully organized. A custom made ebony desk, polished to perfection, sat at the center of the space. It was a symbol of authority. The deep leather chair behind it was tailored to his frame, commanding in its presence. To the side, a fully stocked bar gleamed under recessed lightning. It's glass shelves displaying only the finest selection of whiskey, scotch and wine Abstract art adorned the walls, each piece hand-selected to reflect power and sophistication. The dark marble flooring contrasted with the rich wood paneling, and an intricate chandelier hung overhead, a reminder that everything in this space was meant

The bar was buzzing with low chatter, the scent of whiskey and expensive cologne mixing in the air. Dim lights cast a golden hue over the polished countertop, reflecting the countless drinks people had drowned their sorrows in. It was the kind of place where people went to drown their sorrows, where the clinking of glasses mixed with occasional outburst of laughter or slurred confessions. Sarah slumped over the counter, swirling the amber liquid in her glass. Tonight, she wasn't the composed, graceful woman people knew her to be. Tonight, she was just a heartbroken mess. Her best friend, her fiance, together She let out a dry chuckle before throwing back her drink. Betrayal had never tasted so bitter. "Another," she murmured to the bartender, her words slightly slurred. The bartender sighed, eyeing the four empty glasses in front of her. "Miss, are you sure?"Sarah waved him off. "Oh please. Do I look like someone who makes good decisions? I wanna drink until I forget they exist

The taxi screeched to a halt in front of the marriage bureau, and Sarah nearly went flying forward, saved only by the seat belt she had barely remembered to wear. She muttered a quick “Thanks” to the driver, handed over some cash, and stumbled out, feeling the weight of what she was about to do settle in her stomach.She stared up at the building, her nerves kicking in.This is insane. Absolutely insane.Sarah took a deep breath, rolling her shoulders back. Okay, Sarah. Just breathe in, breathe out.She smoothed her dress, adjusted her bag, and mentally gave herself a pep talk. You are not a coward. You are a strong, independent woman who is about to do something completely reckless, but it’s fine.Nodding to herself, she placed one foot forward and then stopped.Her heart pounded as she glanced at the glass doors of the bureau. What if he’s already gone? What if I’m about to make the dumbest decision of my life?Before she could spiral any further, she groaned and shook her head. "T