Abigail*Liliana’s voice broke the stunned silence, as sharp and exasperated as ever. “For heaven’s sake, what is wrong with all of you?”The crowd’s attention swayed, shifting from Susanna to the approaching figure forcing her way through them like Moses dividing the Red Sea. The employees stepped aside hesitantly, some muttering under their breaths as Liliana shouldered past them, barely bothering with niceties. She looked as irritated as ever, her face pinched with annoyance as though this entire spectacle was beneath her.She was shrugging off her jacket as she moved, all the while murmuring curses under her breath and by the time she reached Susanna, she had already swung it around, draping it over the torn section of her Susanna’s blouse. The gesture was smooth and looked almost maternal in nature, but I wasn’t fooled.Liliana never did anything without purpose.As if sensing my skepticism, she let out a theatrical sigh, shaking her head in disapproval. “Honestly, why are all o
AbigailMy knees buckled, and I staggered, fighting to keep my balance, but before I could steady myself, a harsh grip latched onto my wrist. My eyes flew open. It was Susanna and her fingers were digging into my skin with an almost manic strength, pulling me forward.I had opened my disoriented eyes just in time to see her falling, and for some asinine reason, she was trying to drag me with her.For a second, my mind couldn’t catch up to what was happening. Was she actually trying to pull me down alongside her? A fresh wave of nausea crawled through me, but this time, it had nothing to do with my blood phobia. She was implementing the plan she had failed to carry out earlier, when it was just me and her.A sick realization crawled down my spine. She was trying to harm her baby, and blame it on me.Susanna hit the ground hard, the slap of her body against the cold tile echoing sh
Abigail*I was still standing in the same spot, frozen in a state of half-disbelief, when Alexander wheeled over to me. The sounds of the commotion had long faded down the hall now that all the employees has left in such a hurry but I was still reeling from all that had happened in just a short few minutes.Susanna and her sister had truly reached a new level of scheming today. And the worst part? I wasn’t even surprised. Disgusted? Yes. Exhausted? Absolutely. But surprised? No.I inhaled deeply, willing my pulse to calm down, when I heard Alexander’s voice cut through the quiet between us.“I’m sorry for Susanna’s behavior,” he said. I blinked, startled by his words. Of all the things I had expected him to say, that was not one of them. He must have noticed my surprise because he let out a quiet chuckle, though there was no real amusement behind it. “She’s my wife,” he continued, “which
My heart pounded as I rushed after the woman, my feet moving faster than my thoughts. The resemblance was uncanny. The way she carried herself, the soft floral scent that lingered in the air—it had to be who I thought it was!Without thinking, I reached out and grabbed her sleeve. “Mom?”She stopped abruptly, turning with a startled expression, and the moment our eyes met, the breath in my lungs vanished. It wasn’t my mother.The features were all wrong. Her eyes were too sharp, and brown instead of gray. Her mouth was too narrow, and her hair, though neatly pinned back, was too thick and full. This woman was younger than my mother, maybe in her late forties, and the diamond earrings she wore hinted she was accustomed to a life of affluence. She had none of the warm, familiar presence I had been expecting.I stared at her, my fingers still curled into the fabric of her sleeve as my mind struggled to catch up with reality. It wasn&rsq
Abigail*The idea of being in Susanna’s world while she had no idea of it was electrifying to simply think of, but I forced myself to push it aside for now. I took a deep breath as I stepped out of the restroom, smoothing my hands down the front of my blouse and pointedly avoiding eye contact with the part of my sleeve Susanna had smeared her blood against. I had more immediate concerns right now, like Alexander who was waiting for me in the hospital’s waiting room.By the time I reached him, I had schooled my expression into something passably placid. He glanced up from his phone as I approached, his inquiring gaze immediately scanning my face.“There you are,” he said, slipping his phone into his pocket. “How did it go?”
AbigailLiam was practically bouncing on his feet, his eyes bright with excitement. I tried to return the energy, but I was thrown off by the sudden announcement. The best I could manage was a blink. “What?” “I know, right? I still can’t believe it!” A rush of warmth filled my chest at his happiness. Liam had always dreamed of going to university, but our financial situation had made it difficult. He had been looking into scholarships in the past, but I knew he was worried about the competition and whether he would qualify for enough aid. My first thought was that maybe he had applied for yet a grant or scholarship without telling me. Maybe he hadn’t been confident about getting it and wanted to keep it a secret until it was confirmed. “You applied for something?” I asked, trying to keep up. Liam shook his head, still grinning. “Nope! Didn’t have to.” That made me pause. If he hadn’t applied for anything, then where was this coming from? “Wait.”
Abigail*His words stung. I clenched my fists, but I forced myself to pause. Getting angry wouldn’t help. I needed to see this from his perspective. To him, I probably looked like I was sabotaging his future out of spite, out of some petty grudge against Conrad and Marceline. I could understand why he would think that. It wasn’t easy to turn down a chance like this, especially when we had spent years worrying about money.So I softened my voice, doing my best to keep calm. “Liam,” I said, “you may have noticed by now, but I’m planning to leave Conrad.”Liam’s brows shot up slightly, but he didn’t interrupt.“When I tried to serve him divorce papers,” I continued, “he changed in the blink of an eye. He used the fact that he paid for Mom’s cancer treatments a
Abigail*I lowered myself onto the bench Marceline had gestured to, my posture stiff despite the serene setting of the indoor garden. As she sat down beside me, scent of freshly sheared greenery mingled with the faint traces of expensive perfume that clung to her silk blouse. The garden was almost tranquil, if not for the tension coiling tight in my chest.I needed to tread carefully.Marceline turned slightly toward me, an elegant picture of poise as she clasped her hands over her knee. "So," she said lightly, amusement lacing her voice, "to what do I owe this visit?"I swallowed and forced a pleasant smile. "I wanted to ask why you didn’t inform me that you had met with Liam. My brother."
AbigailI saw the shift in Susanna’s eyes before she moved.Tears welled up as if on cue, her steps shaking and her voice cracking with practiced fear as she stumbled toward Conrad like a wounded bird. “Conrad… thank God you’re here,” she said. “She’s gone mad… Abigail’s lost her mind… she brought me here to hurt me…”Quietly, I slipped the photo into the pocket of my hoodie, never taking my eyes off her. Whatever game she was playing, I wasn’t about to be caught off guard. Conrad just stood there stunned stupid, his eyes locked on her with an unreadable expression. And then she fell into his arms. That’s when everything went left. One moment she was clinging to him, and the next she spun out of his grasp like some deranged ballerina and turned. My heart shot into my throat as I saw the gun in her hand and her arm aimed straight at me.I didn’t even think before I ducked behind Conrad, using him as a shield. It was an ironic thing to do, hiding behind the very man who had let all of
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