When I woke up this morning, if someone had tapped me and told me that the world as I knew it would come crashing down today, I would have laughed and said they were bluffing.
But it is amazing how the worst can happen, at moments when we least expect it. I was smiling when I walked up the pathway to Alfred’s house, the warm June sun casting a golden glow over everything. It was one of those perfect days that seemed tailor-made for surprises. My heart raced with excitement, and I clutched the small gift I had brought for him—an antique watch he had been eyeing for months. Today marked our two-year anniversary, and I wanted to make it special. The front door creaked as I pushed it open, stepping into the cool, air-conditioned sitting room, where I found Marlene, the housekeeper, dusting a vase in the living room. “Hi Marlene!” I greeted her with a warm smile. “Where’s Alfred? I have a little surprise for him.” “Oh, Miss Natalie, he’s inside the house, resting,” she replied, returning my smile. Her eyes flickered with something I couldn’t quite place, but I brushed it off. I was too wrapped up in my own excitement to think much of it. “Thanks!” I said, heading towards the bedroom. I moved quietly, not wanting to wake him if he was asleep. As I pushed the bedroom door open, my heart stopped. The room was dim, the curtains drawn against the midday sun, but there was no mistaking what I saw. My breath caught in my throat, and the gift slipped from my fingers, landing with a dull thud on the carpet. Alfred wasn’t resting. No, he was far from it. He was in bed, his bare back to me, with another person. A naked lady….A lady I knew all too well—my sister, Iris. Her golden hair was spilled over the pillows, and her legs were wrapped around his waist as he thrust vigorously into her. For a moment, I couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe. It felt like the ground had disappeared beneath me, leaving me in free fall. The world blurred, my vision tunnelling as I struggled to comprehend the scene in front of me. I wanted to scream, to cry, to do anything that might shatter this awful, surreal reality. But I couldn’t make a sound. All I could do was stand there, frozen, my heart breaking into a million pieces. Finally, I found my voice and the first thing that escaped was a scream. Alfred jerked and turned immediately and our eyes met. His face went pale the moment he saw me, and he frantically got out of the bed. “Natalie…” he started, but I couldn’t bear to hear his voice. Not now. Not ever. Iris turned, her blue eyes widening in shock, and then narrowing with a mixture of guilt and defiance “Natalie, it’s not what you think…” But it was exactly what I thought. And nothing they could say would ever make it right. I turned on my heel and fled the room, the sound of their voices calling after me fading into the background as I ran. As I ran down the pathway, tears streaming down my face, I knew one thing for certain: my life as I knew it was over. And I had no idea how to pick up the pieces. “Natalie!” Alfred's voice called and I stopped, even though every part of me just wanted to leave and never see them again. I had no interest in hearing what he had to say. I just had to know why…why he would betray me this way. The pain in my chest tightened as I turned and saw him and Iris standing a few feet away from me with nothing but sheets wrapped around them. They looked so dishevelled and panicked, but to my dismay there was no guilt in their face. There was embarrassment…yes. But guilt? Alfred reached out a hand, h“Natalie, please, let us explain—” “Why?” I shouted, my voice cracking slightly “Why would you do this to me?” For a moment, they hesitated. Then Iris stepped forward, her face hardening into a mask of cold defiance. “Why?” she repeated, her voice rising with each word. “Because you deserve it, Natalie! You’ve always had it all. First, it was our father choosing you because you were just the perfect twin. Do you have any idea what it’s like to live in your shadow?” I staggered back, as her words sliced through me like the sharp edge of a sword. Where was this coming from? “What are you talking about?” Iris laughed, “You do not know what I mean? Are you just going and standing there and acting like you do not know what I mean? Like you have stolen every joy I have ever had?” Was she kidding me? “Stolen every joy you had?” I yelled back, “I just caught you in bed with my fiance. How dare you, stand there and act like the victim?” She placed her hands on her waist defiantly, stepping closer to me. There was so much hatred in her eyes and I wondered…how long exactly has it been there, had I been blind to how she feels? “I am glad you finally got a glimpse of how I felt my whole life. I mean…we are twins. Who got seventy percent of the family’s fortune?” I scoffed. We have been over this several times and I am not shocked that she was bringing it up even now. “Is that what this is? Sleep with my fiance so you can get revenge on me? So can you make me feel your pain?” If yes, then she had succeeded…kudos to her. The laugh that followed was bitter and so cold that it sent shivers down my spine. “Sleep with Alfred so you can feel my pain? Honey it is way more than that. See…this is not about revenge.” She glanced at Alfred who had just been standing there all along with a blank expression. “Alfred and i…we are in love -” I scoffed. ‘We have been in love for five years now.” She ignored me, and I froze as her words clicked in. Five years? Alfred and I only met less than three years ago. “What…..” “Yes. Alfred was my boyfriend before he became yours. Whatever you thought you had with him was just a ruse because I paid him to approach you, to make you fall in love with him.” My knees are weak. Her words felt like a punch that almost brought me to my knees…literally. “I do not believe you.” Iris smirked and raised her brow. I shifted my gaze to Alfred who at least had the dignity to look ashamed. Tears filled my eyes threatening to fall but I blinked them back - I was not going to make a fool of myself. Not in front of them at least. No, I will not give Iris that satisfaction. “Why?” I whispered, “Why?” “Can’t you tell yet? Because i want everything you have, Natalie. Everything that would have been mine all the years I have been living in your shadows.” “No…” I whispered, shaking my head as if I could erase her words. “That can’t be true.” “Oh, but it is,” Iris said, her eyes gleaming with malicious satisfaction. “And you know what? It all worked perfectly fine.” I tilted my head. What does she mean? Alfred stepped forward, guilt and regret flickering across his face. “Natalie, I—” “Don’t,” I cut him off, my voice trembling “Just don’t.” Iris smirked, clearly enjoying my torment. “Last night, remember how you were so drunk? That was no accident. Slfred had to make sure you were so drunk…so that when he eventually gives you the document you would not be sane enough to read it.” I clasped my hand over my mouth. No no no no no!!! “You’ve signed ownership of every single thing you own over to us.” Iris said with a smile, “The company, the properties, everything. And you have just 24 hours to evacuate the property.”Sebastian's POVThe day had started just like any other. Natalie was still recovering from the weeks of pregnancy stress, but her usual spark had returned. We spent the morning together, enjoying the little things, the kind of moments that felt normal. It was peaceful. No drama, no interruptions. Just us, trying to make sense of everything that had happened in the past few months.But nothing had prepared me for what was coming next.I was sitting across from Natalie in the living room. She was on the couch, her hands resting gently on her swollen belly, a soft smile on her face as she looked down at the baby."You know," she said softly, her voice a bit distant, "sometimes I just wonder what he’ll be like."
Sebastian's POVI couldn’t sleep. The house was too quiet, and the silence was loud in my ears. I sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the letter I had found in the trash. I had smoothed out its torn edges and read it at least five times, but it still didn’t make sense. Something about it made my skin crawl. It was from a lawyer - someone tied to Natalie’s past, and maybe her pain.Natalie lay beside me, her back turned. Her breathing was slow, but I could tell she wasn’t fully asleep. There was a tension in the way her body curled, like she was carrying something heavy. Something she didn’t want to share.I wanted to ask her. I wanted to roll over and whisper, “What’s going on, Nat?” But I didn’t. Not yet. I wasn
Natalie's POVI stared at the torn envelope on the kitchen counter, my fingers trembling slightly as I reached for the kettle. The flat was dark, except for the small lamp above the sink that hummed quietly and cast a soft yellow glow. I hadn’t even turned on the lights when I came home earlier - I just sat in silence, feeling like the walls were closing in. My chest was tight. It had been tight all day...I poured water into the kettle, each movement slow, my thoughts running wild. The journal sat there like it was watching me, daring me to open it again. Like it still had more to say. I thought I could keep this to myself. I really did. But the moment I saw that lawyer at the café - the way he wore that nervous smile and handed admonished me like my entire existence was on fire - I knew I couldn’t carry it
Sebastian's POVI should’ve known something wasn’t right. The way Natalie agreed so easily to rest after our argument. It wasn’t like her. Not at all. Usually, she would’ve fought back, insisted on doing what she wanted. But today, she just nodded and said, “Okay, I’ll rest.” Something in her voice didn’t sound quite right, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off.But I had to go to work. I had a meeting to attend, and the business couldn’t wait. I kissed her forehead as I left, telling her I’d be back soon. I didn’t hear her say “I love you” back, but I tried not to think too much about it. She was probably tired.Still, I couldn’t focus at work. My mind kept wandering back to her. Why was she so quick to give in this time? She was always so strong, so independent. It wasn’t like her to give up on something so easily, especially not after what had happened yesterday. I felt uneasy, like something was waiting to happen, but I couldn’t figure out what it was.Around noo
Natalie’s POVI didn’t sleep much last night. My thoughts wouldn’t let me. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw my father’s face. I heard the words I read in that letter. The truth was heavy—like a sharp stone in my chest. And now, even with my baby growing inside me, I couldn’t rest.But I had to pretend.This morning, Sebastian was quiet. He brought me breakfast in bed, eggs and toast with tea. I didn’t have the strength to argue with him again. My body was tired, but my mind was wide awake.“I’ll stay in today,” I said softly, placing a hand on my belly.He looked relieved. “Good. You need to rest, Natalie. For both of you. I love you, Natalie.”I didn't feel like saying it back. I gave him a small smile and nodded.He kissed my forehead and left for work. The sound of the front door closing was like music to my ears.I waited a few minutes, just to be sure. Then I reached under the pillow and pulled out the card. A name and number, written in my father’s handwriting. It was the same
Natalie’s POVThe morning light met my face as usual. I had barely slept and I just couldn't get my mind off everything that had happened the day before. It was as though I started mourning all over again and even the sun itself was mourning. I sat by the edge of the bed, motionless, my hands resting on my lap. I had been staring at the same corner of the wall for what felt like hours. It was quiet-too quiet. Even my own thoughts had gone still. The house was no longer home. It was a grave. A coffin filled with sad memories.Sebastian walked past the room a few times before he finally stepped in. I could hear the hesitation in his footsteps, the pause at the door. I didn’t look up."Natalie," he said softly.