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****The evening air in New York was crisp and full of the distant smell of exhaust and wet asphalt, away from the antiseptic efficiency of Mr. Henderson's office. Melinda had left him to begin the intense work on the legitimate remedies that would start her fight against Ethan and Sage. The demand in her voice had awakened him, but the real fight, she knew, remained ahead of her, hidden in the black, ugly abyss of her tomorrow.She had to get out of New York fast and quietly. She shivered half with fear of getting caught or accused of manipulating her legal identity. Her little compact carry-on bag, packed with essentials, felt heavy with the burden of her stolen life.At JFK, the usual mad chaos was kept at bay, far away, as if she moved through a fantasy world. She leaned her head down, her eyes scanning the recognizable faces, a paranoia she knew was amply warranted. When she finally arrived at her gate, she scanned the boarding agents, attempting to disappear in the crowd of face

The polished marble floors of Henderson & Associates reflected the afternoon sun, an obvious contrast to the storm brewing within Melinda. Her hand firmly clutched her purse, knuckles white, as the elevator ascended, each floor a ticking moment closer to salvation or further heartache, as the case was going to be. Brenda, the receptionist, a commiserating smile on her face, welcomed Melinda as she stumbled out."Mrs. Melinda Sterling, Mr. Henderson is waiting for you," Brenda said softly, noticing the paleness of Melinda's face. "Go in."Melinda nodded, a silent thank you, and pushed open the solid oak door to Mr. Henderson's office. The room, which smelled of old books and leather, usually had a soothing effect, but today it was a pressure cooker. Mr. Henderson, a man in his late-fifties with kind eyes and a distinguished grey temple, rose from behind his huge mahogany desk."Melinda, sit down, please," he said, gesturing to the plush armchair opposite him. His voice was a warm comfo

Melinda's blood ran cold. The words, echoing from Ethan's office, weren't just of financial ruin; they painted a much darker picture. Her mind, already attempting to wrap itself around the betrayal of her marriage and her sister, grappled with the implications of Sage's next question, which was spoken in a low, conspiratorial whisper."But Ethan," Sage's voice, now clear of any trace of remorse, was edged with a ghastly concern, "what if she tries to defend herself? What if she doesn't just… disappear?"Melinda drew in a breath, pressing herself further into the wall, her heart racing against her ribcage like a trapped bird. She could almost feel the foreboding shift in the air, the cold fingers of fear inching up her spine.Ethan's response was delayed, calculated, each word a hammer blow against Melinda's fading hope. "That's why we have contingency plans, Sage. Everything is covered. The financial pressure, the social ruin… it's all designed to break her. But if she still wants to

The atmosphere between Ethan's office and Melinda's accusation was charged. Her eyes, raw and accusatory, shot Sage. Sage flinched, recoiling from the fire in her sister's eyes. The tears running down her face were no longer quite so much remorse as terror – terror of being discovered, terror of what would come next. Ethan too stiffened, surprised by Melinda's sudden change of direction, her heart-stoppingly clear realization."Lin, no! Everything's all wrong!" Sage stuttered, her voice reedy and thin, a futile attempt at denial. She wrung her hands, a picture of spurious distress.But Melinda was not convinced. The rage, cold and detached, was hardening into an impenetrable conviction. Her vapid morning vignettes – the unexplained nakedness, Sage's convenient "early meeting" text, and now these monstrous, posed photographs – it all coalesced into a coherent, frightening mosaic. A conspiracy. A calculated destruction."Out," Melinda spat, her own voice low and threatening, directed at

The world sickened Melinda as the vivid colors of Ethan's tastefully appointed office, one moment away from a photograph of her life, twisted into a devastating, euphoric blur. Melinda's breath crammed in her throat, was a gagged scream. The seemingly long unidentifiable scent, now crystallized into the inescapable sex musk overwhelmed by the retching sweetness of Sage’s perfume.Ethan jumped back from Sage, frantically pushing her in pretentious disgust, his eyes springing wide with a fleeting terror as the door creaked open suddenly behind him. They caught Melinda’s widened eyes, and for a second, a flicker of something akin to guilt, or perhaps sheer surprise, flashed across his face. Sage, untidy and half-clothed, moaned softly, pulling a loose sheet of paper across her in a failing attempt at modesty."Melinda! What're you --" Ethan began, squirming to sit up, his voice a thick, strained rasp.Melinda didn't hear it. The words were meaningless to her as she was overwhelmed by t

“Urghhh”, Melinda groaned, letting a slight gruffy moan escape through her lips as she lazily stretched out her arms, the dull rays of the morning sun generously hitting her light skin through the pangs of the only large window in the poorly lit master bedroom. The view from where she sat typically highlighted the City that never sleeps, its iconic skyscrapers and a kaleidoscope of sounds, sights and flowers made butterflies flutter in her stomach – An enthusiastic adrenaline rush from the excitement of her 5th wedding anniversary was worth it wasn't it?.She yawned as she made for the door to find Ethan, he had been so busy with work he barely had time for her in the past month, although the daily breakfast in bed was quite romantic, it didn't serve as generous enough compensation for his presence.“Ethan!”She called out, hoping he was home at least.“I woke up early enough this time, where are you?”, Subsequent thuds from her footsteps gave way to the creaking sound emanating