Abigail
I 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
AbigailConrad was still standing there, radiating that maddening arrogance of his, like he had any right to play the victim. As I turned away, I could feel his eyes boring into my back. I didn’t need to turn around to know he was fuming, probably chewing over some pathetic excuse to wriggle his way out of the noose he’d tied for himself. His footsteps followed after me, and before I could get far, he called out, his voice sharp and commanding.“Abigail, wait.”I stopped dead in my tracks. Not because I wanted to hear anything he had to say, but because I wanted to make it clear—this wasn’t me walking away out of weakness. This was me walking away because I was done. Finished.“What now, Conrad?” I turned to face him, arms
AbigailConrad’s voice shifted, though he tried to mask it with a pleading tone. “You can’t just walk away,” he said, his voice clipped and strained, like he was trying to maintain some semblance of control. “I need you to come with me.”I yanked my arm out of his grip, glaring at him.. “I don’t care what you need, Conrad.”His jaw tightened, and for a moment, I thought he was going to yell. Instead, he pinched the bridge of his nose, exhaling sharply. “You don’t get it, do you? Coming with me to the press conference wouldn’t just help me. It would help you too. The media’s already chewing us both apart. But if you’re seen with me, standing by my side, it’ll bolster my image—and yours. People will see that you’re not the pitiful humiliated wife they’re calling you right now. You’ll look like the bigger person.”I stared at him, dumbfounded by his gall. “What makes you think I’d want to do anything to help you? After everything you’v
AbigailThe ride was suffocating and the silence heavy with an uncomfortable tension. I sat rigidly in my seat, staring out the window as the city streets blurred into one another. I wanted to be anywhere but here, trapped in this confined space with Conrad’s oppressive presence. He sat beside me, scrolling through his phone as if this was just another day for him. Meanwhile, my heart carried a storm of worry and anxiety that threatened to swallow me whole.The thought of my mother—frail, sick, and waiting for me—was like a knife twisting in my chest. Conrad’s words rang in my ears, cruel and manipulative, the way he’d casually mentioned her worsening condition. I knew it was a calculated move, meant to reel me in and keep me under his thumb, but that didn’t stop the panic from setting in. What if he wasn’t lying? What
Susanna“Give it to me!” I screamed again, my voice splitting with raw desperation. But Abigail didn’t even flinch.Instead, she tilted her head to the side, watching me like she was observing some pathetic creature in a zoo enclosure. Her voice came out calm, even almost bored when she answered me. “Why would I, Susanna? You didn't lose your cool until I pulled this out. So why should I let go of the one thing that finally made you crack?”My mouth opened, but nothing came out. Rage and panic all tangled in my chest, choking me. I didn’t even know if the livestream was still going. Had I managed to destroy the camera? Or had it caught every scream and every scrap of panic that had just bled out of me like an open wound? I couldn’t think about that now. I had to take back control. Abigail might have caught me off guard, but she was still… her. The girl who used to look away under my gaze. The woman who couldn’t manage to speak up for herself. That person couldn't just vanish in a f
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