LOGINI woke up with a start as the alarm clock beside me blared out its harsh sound. With an annoyed grimace, I stabbed hard on the alarm clock and silenced it.
"How the fuck do you still work?" I asked confused as I stared at the old alarm clock I had used as a kid."God damnit." I cursed again when it was obvious that I wasn't going to get more sleep again.I peeled the duvet off my body and climbed down the stairs to the kitchen and got some water. I returned to my room and while sipping the water, I took out my phone and found a message from my friend, Jess, back in college saying, "Hey girl, we are done with college and I think it's time you add some spice to your life. Check this out."To complete her message was a link. Well, since it was coming from Jess, I had no hesitation about clicking it.My face almost turned red from embarrassment when the content of the link loaded. The link had taken me straight to a Tinder account that belonged to me. I was both mortified and angry. How could Jess have done this?Without a hint of hesitation, I dialed Jess' number and even though she answered on the third ring, it was as if she had taken forever to answer my call."What did you do?" I yelled into the phone.Jess' throaty laugh filled my ears from the speaker of my phone. I was mad at her, but there was barely anything I could do to her now. We were miles apart and yelling at her on the phone wasn't going to change anything."I thought it was a great idea for you to start dating now," Jess said. Despite the laughter in her tone, I could also feel the love and care in her words.My anger subsided a bit and I let out a tensed breath."Jess, but I never told you that I wanted to start dating. You shouldn't have done this." I said."Anna, are you listening to yourself? Have you seen yourself in these last few months? You look terrible. Since you broke up with Jeff, it was as if a part of you died." She said with so much indignation in her voice."But..." I began to say.Instead, she hushed me and continued to talk. "No buts Anna. I understand that you may have loved him a lot and trusted him so much, but that isn't enough to get you feeling all low and down. You need something to brighten up your day and I believe that meeting new guys would help you get over Jeff." She said in conclusion.I rolled my eyes and took a stare at myself in the mirror from my bed. I didn't look bad, but I didn't look as great as I had been months back before the breakup. I hate to admit it, but Jess was right. The betrayal from Jeff and Lina had destroyed my emotions in a way that I never thought possible.I was still lost in thoughts when Jess' voice brought me out of my reverie."Do you promise me you are going to take a look at the profile and try to connect with a great guy?"I was at a crossroad. I was already missing my friends from college and I knew that Jess was right about a part of me dying when I caught Jeff cheating, but I wasn't ready to get into a relationship yet."Anna please." She pleaded again. This time, I could hear the pain in her voice."Okay, fine. I would go through the profiles. But I am not making any promises about falling in love with the men there." I said."No problem girl. If you don't fall in love with any of the men, at least, give yourself a chance to have some great sex. You deserve it." She said with a chuckle.Her words brought a grin to my face. Shortly after, I ended the call and went through the profile she had created for me. True to her words, there were a lot of great profiles. Swipe after each swipe, I saw handsome men wanting to get into a relationship. But nothing really drew my attention to them. For reasons I couldn't place my hands on, I wasn't tickled by these men the way I had been tickled by Jeff."Arg!! Stop thinking about him." I yelled to my brain.When it was clear that I wasn't going to take the thoughts of the man away from my head, I grunted and left my room. Maybe it was time for me to do something productive and not just sit here and look through handsome men's profiles in the hope that it was going to make me forget the man who broke my heart.The moment I got out of my bedroom, I already knew where my mom was going to be. The delicious smell of bread baking and bacon cooking filled the house. A wide grin appeared on my face as I walked to the kitchen briskly.I was a few steps away from the kitchen when I heard my mom saying, "But she needs to get married.""I think Jonathan is a great fit for her. I am going to finalize my discussion with his dad today." My father replied.Who were they talking about? I wondered. My parents have always had a thing for young people getting married early."But what if Anna doesn't like him?" My mother asked."Trust me, she would. He was her childhood friend and if she insist that she won't get married to him then I would cut her off. We are her parents and we know what's best for her." My father said with a note of finality in his tone.Now, I was already at the door of the kitchen, I could see and hear my parents.I don't know when the gasp escaped from my throat, but when it did, there was no going back. My parents both turned around and stared at me.I stared back hard and I couldn't believe that they wanted to force me to get married to a guy I barely knew.ANNA'S POV Three years later, I stood in the same kitchen where Isabela's threat had first landed on my phone, watching Grace chase her younger brother across the backyard in the late afternoon sun, both of them shrieking with the particular delighted chaos only small children seem capable of producing. The kitchen looked different now, warmer somehow, crayon drawings taped haphazardly to the refrigerator, small handprints pressed permanently into a clay dish Grace had made at preschool the previous spring, the entire room reshaped, gradually and completely, into a space that belonged to a family rather than simply a house two frightened people had once tried to defend. "Slow down before someone falls," Jonathan called from the porch, though he was laughing as he said it, entirely unconvincing as an authority figure to either of our children. Theo had arrived eighteen months earlier, loud and stubborn from his very first breath, and I still found myself, some mornings, simply watc
JONATHAN'S POV Grace was teething, which meant neither of us had slept properly in nearly three days, and I found myself, at six in the morning, standing in the kitchen in yesterday's clothes, bouncing her gently against my shoulder while Anna measured coffee grounds with the particular slow precision of someone running on fumes. The kitchen still smelled faintly of last night's dinner, dishes stacked in the sink neither of us had managed to finish before exhaustion won out over tidiness, and I found myself, standing there in the grey early light, thinking how strange it was that this particular kind of ordinary chaos felt like the greatest relief imaginable after everything the past year had actually demanded of us. "Your turn to actually shower," Anna said, reaching for Grace without looking up from the coffee maker. "I've got her for the next hour. Go. You look like you haven't slept since the trial." "I haven't, really," I admitted, handing Grace over carefully, watching her i
ANNA'S POV I hadn't been back to the cemetery since the funeral, and I stood at the entrance for a long moment that Saturday morning, working up the courage to actually walk through the gate rather than turning back toward the car the way I'd nearly done twice already that week. Grace had stayed home with Jonathan that morning, and I found myself grateful for the quiet drive alone, the radio off, nothing but my own thoughts keeping me company through streets I'd deliberately avoided for the better part of a year. Jonathan had offered to come with me. I'd asked him not to, gently, explaining that this particular reckoning felt like something I needed to face alone, the way I'd finally learned to face the hardest things this year, present and honest rather than avoiding them or asking someone else to carry the weight for me. The path wound through familiar rows of headstones, quiet under the pale winter sun, and I found Lucas's grave exactly where memory told me it would be, simple
ANNA'S POV The car ride home from the gala felt nothing like the one I remembered from our wedding night, though some small, unexpected part of me thought of it anyway, the silence of that first drive, staring out the window while Jonathan sat beside me lost in his phone, both of us strangers pretending to be something else for an audience that had already gone home. I remembered every detail of that night with a clarity that still surprised me, even now. The unsteady walk down the aisle, my father's arm the only thing keeping me upright. The particular dread of standing across from a man I barely knew, reciting words that felt like a sentence rather than a promise. The strange woman who'd pulled me aside during the reception, her voice all false warmth and careful menace, the memory of her now recontextualized entirely by everything we'd learned about who she actually was and what she'd already begun setting into motion that very day. I hadn't understood, standing in that reception
JONATHAN'S POV The Hartwell Foundation held its winter gala two months after the verdict, the same event, in the same ballroom, where Isabela had first approached us in person all those months ago. I hadn't planned to attend at all this year, the memory of that night still sitting close enough to the surface to make the invitation feel more like an obligation than anything worth celebrating. I'd spent most of the week finding reasons to avoid the conversation entirely, burying myself in the last of the company's post trial cleanup, telling myself Grace was still too young for us to be out late, any excuse that let me avoid admitting how much that particular room still unsettled me. "We should go," Anna said, surprising me, as we stood in the nursery one evening, Grace finally down for the night. "Not to prove anything to anyone. Just to walk back into that room and let it be an ordinary night this time, instead of the one we're still bracing against." I considered that, understand
ANNA'S POV "On the charges of stalking, conspiracy, and financial fraud," the jury foreman read, his voice steady in the absolute silence of the courtroom, "we find the defendant, Vance Whitmore, guilty on all counts." I felt the breath leave my body all at once, months of fear finally collapsing into something I could barely process, Jonathan's hand gripping mine so tightly it nearly hurt, both of us frozen in the particular disbelief of a moment too large to fully absorb in real time. The words seemed to hang in the air longer than they should have, an entire year of surveillance and manipulation and quiet terror finally condensed into a single, formal sentence, spoken aloud by a stranger who would likely never know how completely those words had just changed the shape of our lives. "On the charges of stalking and conspiracy," the foreman continued, "we find the defendant, Isabela Marchetti, guilty on all counts." The courtroom erupted into quiet, restrained reaction, reporters
"I see that you like her." My dad commented on the drive back home. "She is beautiful." I shrugged, going through my phone. I was letting Lucas know to hold down the VIP slot at the club tonight. "Well, hopefully, this alliance brings more money to the family." My dad smiled at my mom. I was sil
JONATHAN'S POVMy lips curved in a smile as I glanced at the pretty young lady before me. Hell, those hips were great. I wanted to tell her so, but I knew better than that. Women tend to take compliments into their heads. With a courtesy nod, I shrugged past her and walked into the house. I sat
"Anna, are you okay?" My mom asked carefully."Are you trying to force me to get married to someone?" I asked pained by their words. "Yes!" They both chorused.God, the shamelessness of my parents. "Mom, Dad, I just returned from school yesterday. Heck, I am supposed to be having some respite her
ANNA'S POV"Mom, Dad I am home!" I announced as I took the stairs two at a time. In no time, I arrived at the top of the stairs leading to my parent's room."Mom Dad!" I called out again feeling so excited to be meeting my parents after almost six months. There was so much excitement in me that I







