Abigail
I swallowed hard, keeping my expression as neutral as I could. The faint outline beneath his shirt suggested he was wired too. My pulse beat faster as I realized what this meant; Alexander had kept his word.
My heart gave an unexpected jolt, fluttering in a way that I wasn’t prepared for. Despite his doubts, despite the obvious reservations he’d voiced about my plan, Alexander had followed through. He’d sent someone in, someone who was not only watching but recording everything.
But that joy was quickly tempered by a more practical thought; If he hadn’t done this much for me, what was the point of partnering with him at all? I didn’t need to take it personally - he would have done the same for anyone else. Still, the risk he’d taken wasn’t lost on me. This was a gamb
AbigailSusanna’s smirk grew sharper as she placed her phone back into her bag, her eyes gleaming with a malicious satisfaction. I could feel my pulse in my ears, the heat rising up my neck and threatening to betray my composure. But I wouldn’t let her see it. I knew she would feed on any weakness she saw in me now. So, I straightened my back and forced a shrug, summoning a false sense of calm I didn’t feel.“Whatever you think you’ve accomplished by showing me that pathetic video, it doesn’t change a damn thing,” I said, my voice laced with venom. “At the end of the day, I’m the one Conrad married. I’m the one who stood at the altar with him. You’re just a dirty little affair he has to keep hidden.”For a split second, her face twisted, her smug mask cracking. I knew I’d hit a nerve, and the satisfaction was almost enough to dull the anger starting to rage inside me.Then, quic
AbigailThe door creaked open again, and my head snapped up, anger flaring to life as I fully expected Susanna’s smug face to reappear, ready to deliver another blow. My breath hitched, and my nails bit into my palms as I subconsciously prepared myself, but it wasn’t her.It was Alexander—or rather, “Daniel,” and he was fully in the disguise he’d adopted for this charade. The sight of him momentarily jolted me, but it was the look in his eyes that froze me in place. Rage. A deep, simmering rage that mirrored the storm in my own chest, though he hid it beneath a mask of calm far better than I could.Our eyes locked, and in that moment, there was an unspoken understanding, a recognition of shared fury and betrayal. He shut the door behind him with deliberate care and took a step closer, his voice low and steady.“I should never have doubted your instincts,” he said, his words measured but laced with an edge th
AbigailI took a deep breath, the anger burning in my chest barely subdued. It was an effort to pull myself together, to shove all the hurt and humiliation into a corner of my mind where it couldn’t suffocate me. Looking at Alexander, I forced my voice to be calm, even if my hands still trembled slightly.“You can leave now,” I said, meeting his gaze with what I hoped looked like strong will. “You have everything you need from here. You better not fail me.”For a moment, he didn’t move. His eyes searched mine, as if looking for something I wasn’t ready to show him. Concern flickered across his face, a hesitation that surprised me. “Are you okay, truly?” he asked softly.I nodded, willing the shake in my hands to still
ConradI leaned back in my chair, the edges of the document I’d been attempting to read crumpled slightly in my hands. The words blurred together, refusing to make sense no matter how many times I went over them. Sighing heavily, I tossed the report onto the table and reached for the coffee cup sitting near the edge of my desk. The mug was cold, the remnants of the beverage bitter as I downed the last sip. The screen of my phone lit up as I glanced at it absentmindedly, checking the date. It had been over two days now. Two days since Abigail had been taken into custody. I set the mug down with a soft clink, my lips curling into a small, satisfied smile as I leaned back in my chair. “Wonder if she’s learned her lesson yet,” I muttered, the words hanging in the empty office. I hadn’t wanted to go this far—honestly, I hadn’t. But Abigail had been asking for it, pushing and pushing until there was no other way to make her understand. She needed to remember her place, needed to stop this
ConradAs I leaned back in my chair, I couldn’t help the laugh that escaped my lips. Abigail. Sweet, perfect Abigail—at least, that was what I used to think. Now, the mere thought of her name filled me with a mix of irritation and disbelief. The gall of that woman. Not only had she dared to challenge me, but she had also crossed the one line I never thought she’d even approach. She had cheated. Abigail, my wife, had been unfaithful.I shook my head, still unable to comprehend the full depth of her audacity. When Susanna first brought up the possibility, I hadn’t believed her. Of course, I hadn’t. Abigail? Cheating? It was absurd. Abigail didn’t have the right to even look at another man, let alone entertain the thought of being with him. Who was she without me, anyway? What status, what value, did she have on her own?With or without her, I was still Conrad Remington, a man born into a legacy of power and prestige. My
ConradMy office door burst open with a sharp bang, and I felt my jaw clench at the sheer audacity of whoever dared to interrupt me. My head snapped up from the report I’d barely been pretending to read, and I was already halfway through barking out my reprimand when I saw her.Margot, my usually composed secretary, stood gripping the door handle so tightly her knuckles were white. Her eyes were wide and panicked, darting around the room like a trapped animal. She looked nothing like the calm, collected woman who had been with me through countless crises. The sight of her in such a state froze the words on my tongue.“What in the hell is this about, Margot?” I snapped, my voice sharp despite the unease settling in my gut. “You don’t barge into my office like this.”She didn’t flinch, didn’t apologize. Instead, she took a shaky step forward, her voice trembling as she blurted, “Mr. Remington, you need to turn on the television. Right now.”Her words hit me like ice water down my spine.
I wanted to punch something—anything. My jaw clenched so hard it felt like my teeth might crack. The reporters continued to drone on in the background.Nancy Gilbert leaned in, her smile sharp and unforgiving. “It seems Conrad Remington wasn’t just running a multi million-dollar company; he was running a double life. And poorly, I might add.”My anxiety coiled tighter, wrapping around me like a suffocating vice.Sean sighed, his expression a mixture of disdain and pity. “You have to feel for Abigail Remington in all this. She’s so rarely seen as it is. I can’t imagine the added burden of this humiliation.”Nancy nodded. “Have any of our reporters been able to get a word from her, Sean?”“I’m afraid not Nancy. And I can’t blame her for disappearing – finding out about your husband’s affair and his love child through the media must be a different sort of sting.”Nancy’s eyes glittered with a cruel kind of satisfaction. “Oh, I’m sure she’ll resurface soon enough, Sean. After all, this has
AbigailThe sound of footsteps echoed down the empty corridor, making me perk up as each step grew closer. I didn’t need anyone to tell me I was getting out today. I had already seen the news segment that exposed Conrad, and I couldn’t have asked for anything better from Alexander. He had gone to the best. The fact that Channel 15—the station Conrad swore by and was always his first go to for news—had been the first to break the story was the cherry on top. I could almost picture the way his face must have twisted in shock and rage as he helplessly saw his perfect image splinter on live television.When the officer finally appeared at my cell door, jangling his keys, I was already standing. I tilted my head at him as he unlocked the door, my lips quirking into the faintest hint of a smirk.“Do I have a visitor?” I asked, my voice low and calm, though I already knew the answer.The officer shook his head, pushing the cell door
SusannaAbigail hit me in the side of the head again, even harder this time, and I almost blacked out. As I struggled to stay upright, I was vaguely aware of her dragging me, and tightening something around my wrist. By the time I got my bearings, she had knotted a rope around my wrists, and tied one end to somewhere behind the couch she had dragged me to.She slammed a stack of documents on the small table in front of me, and the moment she did, something in my chest twisted. She gestured for me to pick them. I tried not to flinch and tried to play it cool, but my fingers felt a little numb as I reached for them. It was difficult with the way she had tied my wrists together, but I managed it. She was too calm, too damn confident, even in the way she held herself and I didn’t like it, not one bit. And the way she just stood there in that shapeless h
SusannaI was still lost in my daydreams of what I would do to the server when the car slowed to a stop and the driver glanced back at me. “We’re here, ma’am.”I looked up from my laps and looked out the window. A multi-storey building rose before me, all chipped paint and faded brick, like it had been built decades ago and then forgotten by time. No shine, no polish, no class. I sneered. So this is where he lives?What an absolute joke. The sheer nerve of that man to lay a hand on me, when the ring on my finger could pay his rent for five years and furnish the entire building. Yet he’d acted like a vigilante, like he had the right to involve himself in a matter that didn’t concern him. Like I wasn’t the Susanna Remington.
SusannaI leaned back in the plush reclining chair, sighing as the warm water bubbled around my feet. The spa always smelled like lavender and citrus, and that familiarity made it soothing. A soft towel was draped over my legs, and the nail technician was diligently filing the nails on my left hand while my right held my phone just above the water. I was watching a video of some influencer's vacation in the Maldives, my eyes half-lidded in relaxation.Then my phone vibrated in my hand. It was a call from an unsaved number. I didn't recognize it, and I didn’t care to. Without hesitation, I hit decline and went back to the video, rolling my eyes.The phone buzzed again almost immediately; it was the same unsaved number. I frowned.Twice in a row? What kind of idiot… My finger hovered over the decline button again when a thought struck me. Was it Harry’s father?He used to do this sometimes, calling me from random numbers, burner phones, maybe. He hadn’t done it in a while, but I also ha
Liliana I stared down at my lunch, the delicate aroma rising from the bowl doing nothing to stir my appetite. It was my favorite meal, carefully prepared and beautifully plated but today it tasted like nothing more than ash in my mouth, bitter and dry. I set my spoon down with a loud clatter, the sharp sound slicing through the silence of the room. Harry was out playing baseball with his friends, so I was all at home today, which made my annoyance even worse. My chest felt tight, suffocated by a fury I was barely managing to keep contained. How could I eat happily? How could I pretend everything was fine when it wasn’t? I let out a harsh loud breath, pushing my plate aside so forcefully it nearly toppled over the edge of the table. Enough. It had been months of enduring this slow descent into chaos. I had been an angel to tolerate it for this long. What other woman could have withstood the humiliation and the pressure of everything that had been thrown my way lately? First, ther
AbigailI meant to wait until later to tell Alexander about the meeting. I had every intention of acting cool, composed, someone who didn’t need to rush and blurt everything out like an overeager intern.But the second I promised to see Mr. Hayes back at the office and stepped into the elevator and the doors slid shut behind me, all my resolve crumbled. My fingers itched for my phone, and before I knew it, I was pulling it out of my pocket, rapidly typing out a message. I crushed it, I wrote, my heart beating a little too fast. Conrad’s project is dead. You should have seen his face, Alexander. It was glorious.I stared at the screen, grinning like a fool. And then, reality caught up with me.I was being ridiculous. Maybe even downright immature. This wasn’t the dynamic we had. I was supposed to be professional and reliable, not someone who acted like they were texting a secret crush after acing a test. Groaning quietly under my breath, I erased the entire message and typed a much s
AbigailI froze mid-sentence, lifting my head slowly to look at him. He was still at the front of the room, but now his arms were crossed loosely over his chest, a mocking smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.“And here I thought,” he added, dripping with false politeness, “that only those formally invited had something to contribute.”A few people shifted in their seats. A few glanced at me. I could feel the weight of their eyes, the tension coiling in the air.Conrad was trying to embarrass me and put me back in my place.I leaned forward, pressing the button on the microphone in front of me. My voice was cool. “I have nothing to say to you, Mr. Remington.”I started t
AbigailInternally, I whooped and punched the air in victory. But outwardly, I gave Mr. Hayes a serene, practiced smile, the kind that said I'm glad to be here, not desperate to be here. “Thank you again,” I said politely, then stepped out of his office before my excitement bubbled too far to contain.Ten o’clock was only forty minutes away. Not enough time to start anything new, but just enough to make myself useful. I returned to my office, where Elle was already tidying up the documents on my desk.“Anything urgent?” I asked as I approached.She handed me a printed memo and gave me a quick update on a postponed meeting. “Only thing worth noting is
AbigailThe smell of the food filled the entire room, and something about the presence of Alexander beside me dulled the tightness I’d been carrying all day. The tension behind my eyes had started to fade as I picked at the grilled fish, letting the flavors roll across my tongue, my limbs slowly unknotting with every bite.“I’ve been getting calls from Liam,” I said, my voice tired but audible. I didn’t know why I chose now to bring it up; maybe because I finally felt safe enough to say it out loud.Alexander’s hand stilled mid-motion, his chopsticks hovering above the container of scallops. “Liam?” His eyes flicked to mine, sharp. “How long?”I nodded and swallowed. “It’s been a few times now. He says he’s changed and keeps asking to see me.”His brows drew together, and I could see him piecing something together. “He’s been coming to me too and asking to see you.” He paused. “He’s not been released from Ridgewell officially, but this is part of the treatment program; they release so
Abigail I didn’t know where I was going, I just kept driving. One street turned into another and headlights flashed past me in a blur. The city was quietly winding down while something restless stirred in my chest. My fingers were clenched so tight around the steering wheel, they ached. I told myself I would find a hotel. Or maybe I would go to Roxy’s, even though it was too late and she’d worry. But the truth was, I wasn’t thinking clearly at all. I wasn’t thinking at all.I just didn’t want to go home.And somehow, without meaning to, I ended up here. The car rolled to a slow stop in front of the tall, glittering building before I fully realized where I was. I blinked up at it, dazed and slightly breathless, my stomach twisting into an uncomfortable knot. I knew this place; it was the high rise I had met Alexander before we went to Ridgewell to see Liam. The lights shimmered against the glass like stars in a city that forgot what the real ones looked like. But I wasn’t looking at