LOGINTom takes me back to the new house. He’d insisted on going alone, but I wanted to see what he’d done with April and Hendrix.In the unfinished greenhouse is a stairway to a cellar. He tells me it’s meant to be a vintage wine cellar. But since divorcing, he doesn’t care about finishing the house anymore. He’s hesitant to bring me down, but I insist.In the cellar is April. Chained by the ankle to a supporting beam. The only light is turned on when we walk down the steps.She covers her eyes a first. Her face is dirty and bruised. Her hair – what remains of it – is in a disgruntled mess. Her eyes widen when she sees us.First hopeful, then afraid.“Please!” She cried, shuffling herself back against the pillar, “please don’t! I’m sorry! I already know I was wrong!”“What’s your brother’s name?” Tom asks.She hesitates and then a pathetic smile pulls across her face. She scoffs out a laugh and says, “Jason.”“I thought he died when you were seven.” He says.She looks down and shakes her h
I quickly call the number back. No answer.My heart is racing. I can’t describe the sickening feeling in my stomach. My body reacts in an unfamiliar way. I call again.No answer but a message comes in. It’s just an address. Followed by a message that warns me to come alone.Reason has left my mind.How could this be? How could my baby be alive? How do I get there alone?I call the number but there’s no answer. What do I do with my daughter? But I can’t leave my son.My mind can’t work fast enough but suddenly like it reached a cliff at the end of a long, deserted road, my mind stops. Somehow, I manage to calm myself. I take a breath and pull out my phone.Tom answered on the second ring. His voice is urgent. Not like he knows our baby is alive, but rather like he’s surprised to hear my voice.“I need someone to watch the baby.”He’s quiet. “why?”“I need….” I can’t tell him. What if it’s him doing this? Or what if it’s not and he decides to come with me? Will they kill our son? Will t
I shake my head.It’s been 20 minutes since the doctor left but they won’t let me leave my bed and they won’t bring me my baby.“He can’t be dead!” I scream at Tom who sits beside me, holding my arm with his eyes closed.“He had trouble breathing.” Tom whispers.“He was breathing in my arms!” I scream. “He was okay when he was in my arms!”This was it. This would be the straw that broke the camels back. This will be the thing that truly destroyed me. I can feel it.“I had him—” I cry.Tom doesn’t know what to say and so he sits in silence and says nothing. Time seems to stand still until his lawyer walks in holding a folder. He takes it, signs it, and then gives it to me.By this time my eyes had run out of tears but they were still crusted and burning.I take the forms and blink at the key word I’ve been waiting to see “divorce.”My hand shakes. Did he think this would make me feel better about our child? The void just feels empty. Endless.I take the form and sign it. I don’t read t
The ride to the hospital is chaotic. Tom refuses to release my hand in the ambulance.“I’m sorry—” He says over and over again.I ignore him as the pain in my core worsens.I let out a scream as a paramedic says, “you are doing great. We’re three minutes away.”“You caused this!” I scream, clenching his hand tighter. During our fight I’d curled over in pain. The paramedics say I’m in labour. “You did this you bastard!”“I’m sorry.” The fear in his eyes and helpless look on his face remind me more of the man I’d married. It’s suddenly hard to remind myself why I hate him.The time passed in a blur I could remember in clear detail. It took about 12 hours but finally I heard my baby’s cry.I tried to fight Tom to leave but he refused. I scream as they hand the baby to him. He hugs it and looks at me confused.Then the doctor says, “there’s another one.”“What?” He looks at the doctor, then me wide eyed. “Twins?”I close my eyes and try to forget where I am. I fail.“Congratulations. A bea
Tom sits with his head in his hands and his elbows propped up on the long table. Despite this, he keeps his eyes on the screen as Victor goes through more and more evidence of his and April’s affair, their plot to steal my child, and my unjust imprisonment at the mental institution.“Chloe—” Tom says when Victor ends another section. I look at him with as much indifference as I can manage, “None… I didn’t do any of this. I d-didn’t know.”“I told you.” I say in a cool voice.“You didn’t—”“If the roles had been reversed, I would’ve noticed something was wrong.” I decide because it feels harder to argue with.Tears start to slowly fall from his eyes as his voice breaks, “Chlo—I was trying to protect you.”Victor interrupts, “let’s move to division of property. My clients is only asking for the apartment—”After the meeting I walk out and break fresh air for what feels like the first time in years. Anna offers to bring me to my car but I ask to walk alone. I want to enjoy the sun filled
CHLOE’S POVI watch Tom’s face as Victor reads and presents the conversations with April. It’s a mix of horror and disbelief. It is gratifying to watch.At least he now gets to know how it feels to be betrayed by the person you loved and trusted most.“May 28th – we have the airline records and receipts from your trip to Bali—” Victor says.“I went there for business.” There’s venom in Tom’s voice when he says this.“These are the messages shared by Miss. Sunday to my client. My client had been institutionalized at the time and wasn’t able to respond.” Victor showed the online messages with April lounging in a bikini against Tom who was laying with sunglasses on in his swim trunks with no shirt. “The message attached says : we hope you’re enjoying all the needles and tests. Next time don’t get in our way – then there’s a winky emoji.”Tom reaches to take the photo but Victor pulls it back too quick and leaves it on the table before picking up another, “May 30th – Tommy feels bad that
TOM’S POV“Did you get what I asked for?” Tom asked Hendrix as Hendrix drove them towards the company.Tom needed to grab a contract for a business dinner later that night. After picking it up, he’d meet Chloe for the first time since the vacation house. Anna’s fiancé, Victor, was hosting the meeti
Carson is pacing in the lobby when I walk in. He sees me and is immediately relieved.He rushes over to me, dressed in doctor scrubs and a white jacket, “you’re here. Are you okay? Was everything…?”“My driver was a bit confused on how to get here. I’m sorry.” I say.“Did Tom give you a hard time?”
I fail to dodge her as she rushes to pull me into a superficial hug.“Chloe, you have to join us on our housewarming party.” Her smile has a wicked tint to it.“House warming?” She pulls my arm into the group.She proudly explains, “Tommy was concerned about my safety. So he moved me a floor below
I asked Anna to stop and get me a baseball bat before taking me home. I’m cautious approaching the door.For all I know, there’s a group of doctors and police inside waiting to arrest me. I need to be ready to escape.Armed with a ready bat, I enter the house.There’s a strange scent, almost like b







