Liam groaned as his eyes fluttered open, his head pounding in a fierce reminder of last night. The dull throb of a hangover pressed against his temples, and the taste of whiskey lingered in his mouth like a thick, bitter fog. His chest was bare, and his muscles ached as though he had been in a fight. The memories were scattered—he remembered drinking, the anger, the hurt in Isabelle’s eyes… but everything after that felt like a fog.Liam sat up slowly and groaned, rubbing his face with his hands. He looked around, trying to make sense of his surroundings, only to find himself on the couch in the living room. What happened last night? The anger, the frustration, the things they said—it all felt like a blur. He squeezed his eyes shut for a moment, then reached for his phone to check the time. 12 PM. Shock ran through him. Twelve o'clock?Liam groaned again as he stood up to his feet, his head aching badly. He staggered towards the kitchen to drink water. He opened the fridge and grabbe
The restaurant was quiet, dimly lit with soft golden chandeliers casting a warm glow over the tables. A subtle hum of conversation surrounded them, the clinking of silverware against porcelain filling the gaps of silence between them.But despite the elegance of the setting, Isabelle couldn’t focus on anything.Her grip on her phone tightened under the table as she stared at her barely touched plate of food. Her mind was elsewhere—on Marcus’s text, on the video attached, on the way her heart pounded in panic.She could feel Liam’s gaze on her, sharp and assessing. He had been watching her from the moment they sat down, and she knew he had noticed her unease.“Isa, are you okay?” His deep voice cut through her thoughts.She lifted her head, plastering on a small smile. “Yeah, just… uhm, feeling a bit uneasy. I've not eaten out in a long time.”Liam didn’t look convinced. His blue eyes lingered on her, unreadable, before he gave a slow nod. “Alright. We can do more of this then, so you
Isabelle stepped into Anderson Corp’s PR department, feeling an odd sense of relief. After weeks of stress, manipulation, and Marcus’s constant mind games at Polaris Tech, returning to her usual environment felt refreshing.She adjusted her bag on her shoulder and glanced around. The same sleek glass walls, the smell of fresh coffee, the hum of conversations—this was home.The PR employees welcomed her warmly, telling her how they missed her and all. Isabelle returned the gesture, smiling. A familiar voice cut through the air.“Look who finally escaped the lion’s den.”Isabelle turned, smiling instantly. Ethan stood with his arms crossed, grinning at her like a brother welcoming his sibling back after a long trip.She rolled her eyes. “You make it sound like I went to war.”Ethan scoffed. “Polaris Tech was a battlefield. And from what I heard, you barely made it out alive.” He raised a brow. “So? How does it feel to be free from Polaris Tech?”Isabelle sighed dramatically. “Like taki
Frank stood outside the rundown office building, his hands in his pockets as he exhaled sharply. The detective had called Liam earlier, saying he had something important—something big to tell him and Liam sent him instead because he was busy.Frank didn’t like the sound of that. He knew it'd be some uncomfortable news. With a deep breath, he pushed open the door, stepping into the dimly lit space. The air was thick with dust and the smell of old coffee, and stacks of paper were piled haphazardly on every surface. The detective sat in the middle of the mess, hunched over his desk, scribbling notes into a leather-bound journal.“You’re late,” Detective Hale muttered, barely looking up as Frank entered.Frank shut the door behind him, ignoring the comment. “We're busy people, My boss and I. I heard you found something important.”The detective finally set his pen down and smirked. “Oh, I found more than something.”Frank took a step closer as the detective tossed a thick folder onto the
The morning sun filtered through the large windows, casting soft golden hues across the marble floor. Isabelle descended the stairs, dressed in a fitted beige sweater and dark jeans, her hair neatly tied back into a ponytail. She adjusted the strap of her handbag and grabbed her keys, ready to step out for the day.As she reached the kitchen, the faint whistle of boiling water filled the air. Liam stood by the counter, one hand gripping a mug while the other rested on the kettle handle. His gaze was distant, unfocused. The steam from the water curled into the air, but he didn’t seem to notice that it was already far past boiling."Liam?" Isabelle called softly, stepping closer.He didn’t respond. His mind was elsewhere—deep in thought.She frowned and moved toward him. "Liam," she said again, this time placing a hand on his arm.He jolted, snapping back to reality. His hand quickly turned off the heater, and he let out a short breath."Isa," he muttered, shaking his head as if to clea
Isabelle sat behind the wheel of her car, gripping the steering wheel tighter than necessary. The conversation with her father lingered in her mind, unsettling her more than she wanted to admit."How much do you trust Liam Anderson?"She had answered without hesitation—of course, she trusted Liam. But the way her father had smiled afterward, like he knew something she didn’t, like there was something she needed to find out quickly, sent an eerie chill down her spine.Shaking off the feeling, she started the car and pulled out of the nursing home parking lot.Liam had been acting strange lately, distant even, as if something heavy weighed on his mind. He had refused to accompany her today, brushing it off with the excuse of being busy, but Isabelle knew better.Something was off.Liam wasn't the kind of man that would say no to her request, especially when it comes to being together.Her first instinct was to go home and wait for Liam, but she knew that sitting alone with her thoughts
Isabelle stirred, her body nestled comfortably in the warm sheets. A soft sensation brushed against her cheek—a kiss. Her eyes fluttered open to meet the striking blue gaze of her husband, Liam. He was watching her with a rare, tender expression, his fingers gently caressing her hair."Good morning, birthday girl," he murmured.Isabelle blinked, momentarily confused, then realization dawned on her.Her birthday.She smiled sleepily. "Oh... right. I almost forgot."Liam scoffed, shaking his head. "How could you forget? It’s a special day."He leaned down, pressing another kiss to her forehead. “I was thinking you could take the day off. I’ll take the day off too. We can spend the whole day together, just us. No work, no distractions.”She sighed, brushing a hand over his cheek. “That sounds wonderful, Liam, really. But I have some work to wrap up with PR Horizon. Ethan and I have been assisting their team behind the scenes. I didn’t tell anyone it’s my birthday, so no one should bother
The dining room buzzed with quiet conversation as everyone enjoyed the carefully prepared dinner. The air was warm with laughter and the clinking of glasses, but Allison, always one to stir things up, glanced around the table and smirked.“This is getting weird,” she announced, placing her wine glass down. “I only know a few people here. How about some introductions?”There were murmurs of agreement, and Allison took the lead. She lifted her chin, her confident demeanor on full display.“I’m Allison Simeone, CEO of PR Horizon and Isabelle’s boss.” She smirked. “Well, original boss, technically. Since someone else is Isabelle's boss here too.”A man sitting beside her cleared his throat, drawing attention. He had a quiet confidence, polished but not overbearing. “I’m Daniel. Allison’s boyfriend.”There were some surprised glances—mainly because no one expected Allison to bring a date. Isabelle raised a brow at her, but Allison just shrugged as if it were nothing.Next, Ethan spoke up,
The mansion buzzed with a quiet kind of excitement. The long dining table was set with care—silver cutlery gleaming under the golden glow of the chandeliers, delicate flower arrangements gracing the center. The aroma of seasoned lamb and buttery pastries wafted through the air, hinting at the feast to come.Isabelle stood near the front door, hands clasped nervously in front of her. She had dreamed of this day—having everyone she loved under one roof again. After all she had endured—the loss, the memory gaps, the painful separation from Liam—this moment felt like a long-awaited exhale.And right now? She was glowing.Liam walked past her with a wine glass in hand, stealing a kiss on her cheek.“Stop looking so nervous,” he whispered, grinning. “They’re not coming to judge you. They're coming to love you.”She swatted his arm playfully. “I know, I know. But still... it feels surreal.”First to arrive was Mary Jane, the warm, kind-hearted housekeeper who’d become more like family. She w
Isabelle stirred slowly, the warmth of Liam’s arms wrapped protectively around her. The early sun filtered through the curtains, casting soft lines across the sheets. Her phone buzzed on the nightstand.With a soft groan, she reached out for it, trying not to wake him.Frank.She swiped to answer. “Hello?”“It’s almost 7:30, Isa. Remember the reporters. You meet them at 9:30.”“Yeah… thanks for the reminder,” she said softly.As she ended the call and set the phone down, Liam shifted behind her, pulling her closer with a sleepy murmur.“Where are you going…?” he whispered, his voice husky.She turned to face him, brushing her fingers through his hair. “To tell my truth.”“I don’t want you to leave yet…” he murmured, resting his forehead against hers.“I have to.” She smiled gently and kissed him. “But I’ll come back to you.”He held her gaze. “Should I go with you?”“No,” she whispered. “This… I want to do myself.”He sighed, then reluctantly let her slip from his embrace.—A few hou
The front door creaked open as Liam stepped inside, shoulders sagging under the weight of exhaustion. The house was quiet, too quiet. He called out softly, "Isabelle?"No response.He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. Maybe he was imagining things again, letting hope trick him into thinking she'd magically stay since she said she was coming to check the house. But then—there it was. The faint clinking of a spoon against porcelain, coming from the kitchen.Liam's heart jumped. He moved swiftly, quietly, not daring to believe.There she was.Standing by the kitchen counter, back turned to him, wearing his hoodie. Her hair fell over her shoulders in soft waves, and she was stirring tea. Calmly. Casually. As if nothing had happened."Isa?" he breathed.She turned.Their eyes met.It felt like the world slowed down. Her lips parted, her eyes welled with tears, but her expression was warm. Familiar." Wanted to see if your hoodie fits me now." She smiled, tugging at the hoodie she was w
The night was quiet, too quiet for Isa’s restless mind.She tossed in bed, limbs tangled in the sheets, her breath uneven. In the silence, her dreams stirred.In that dream, she was back in that cold, dark house.Richard’s voice thundered in her ears, cruel and venomous.“You think you can disobey me?” he snarled, hand raised. His palm connected harshly with her cheek. The sting was real. Her knees buckled, and she crumbled to the ground, sobbing.Richard towered over her with a face twisted by rage. He was yelling. No—screaming. Words she couldn’t decipher, fists clenched. She was crying, shielding herself from the blows he rained down on her like a stormThe pain. The shame. The betrayal.Isa gasped and bolted upright in bed, drenched in sweat. Her hand flew to her chest, her heart hammering like a drum. “It was just a dream,” she whispered. “Just a dream…”But it hadn’t felt like a dream. It was vivid. It was sharp. The emotions still clung to her like smoke after fire.She reache
The living room was dimly lit, the soft hum of the air conditioning the only sound echoing through the space. Richard sat alone, nursing frustration in his chest like an old wound that refused to heal. A half-finished glass of water sat untouched on the table beside him. It wasn’t enough—not tonight.He stared blankly ahead, mind spinning with thoughts of Isabelle.She had gone to bed hours ago. Peaceful. Silent. Untouched.The problem was… he wanted to touch her. He wanted to kiss her until she remembered everything. Until she remembered him.But she didn’t. Or maybe she did—and was pretending.He wasn’t sure what was worse.Richard grabbed his phone and dialed a number he knew would answer. It rang only once.“Laura,” he said, his voice low, tired. “Can you come over?”A pause.“Now?” she asked, surprised.“Yeah. And bring something strong. Alcoholic wine. The kind that numbs things.”“I’ll be there in twenty.”---It was closer to fifteen.The doorbell rang, and Richard rose, brush
The air was warm, the scent of lavender faint and lingering. Isabelle stirred slowly, her lashes fluttering as she blinked her eyes open. A ceiling she didn’t recognize greeted her—a smooth white expanse with subtle carvings, the kind of detail that hinted at elegance and time. Her body was nestled into soft sheets, and as she shifted slightly, a faint sense of déjà vu pricked at her.She sat up slowly, confusion painting her face. This place—where was she?It wasn’t familiar… but it didn’t feel strange either.Her eyes scanned the room. Cream-colored walls, soft curtains swaying by the windows, a dresser lined with photos turned away, a full-length mirror positioned directly in front of the bed. Something about the mirror pulled her in. Her heartbeat quickened as a flicker of a memory danced through her mind—sitting in front of that mirror, smiling at her reflection. Then, a man’s reflection appeared behind her in the memory, lying on the bed, gazing at her with love in his eyes.Her
Sunlight filtered through the curtains of the unfamiliar room, warming the side of Isabelle's face as she slowly opened her eyes. Her lashes fluttered, then her eyes fully opened, and she stared at the pale blue ceiling above her. The sheets wrapped around her were crisp and smelled faintly of lavender. Her gaze swept across the room—white walls, minimal décor, a large mirror on one end, and a single framed photo on the nightstand. A wedding photo of her and Richard.That was the only photo in the room. In fact, now that she thought of it, the whole house seemed bare, emotionless, like a showpiece rather than a lived-in home.Isabelle sat up slowly, confusion clouding her expression. If I’ve really lived here for four years… why doesn’t it feel like home? She hadn’t even figured out where the toilet was without exploring yesterday. The bed, the furniture, even the scent of the room—it all felt foreign.Her eyes dropped to the handbag on the armchair beside the bed. She reached for it,
Isabelle looked at herself in the mirror. The reflection staring back at her wore soft blue jeans and a cream-colored blouse—finally something other than a hospital gown after weeks. It should’ve made her feel better. It didn’t.She forced a small smile and stepped out of the bathroom. Richard was seated on the couch in the hospital room, scrolling through his phone. He immediately stood up when he saw her."Hey, shall we go?" he asked, eyes lighting up.Isabelle hesitated. "Uhm, are you done with my whole discharge process?"Richard nodded confidently. "Yeah, I am. Why?"She frowned, feigning a pained expression. "Babe, I think I'm still having headaches. Can you tell the doctor and see if I can get some medicine from the pharmacy?"Richard's smile didn't falter. "Pain? I can't allow that. Let's go together, so you can explain to him well."She shook her head, pressing her fingers to her temple. "I'm a bit tired. I didn’t get much sleep last night. Can you go alone? I’ll wait here. J
Richard and Isabelle returned to the room, Richard still holding her protectively, like she would disappeare into Liam's arms if he doesn't hold her that way. Estella was in the room, pacing around, waiting for them. As soon as they entered, she sighed." When did you go out?! Do you have any idea how hard it was to look for you? I almost made a fool out of myself with the nurses." Estella shouted.Isabelle smiled slightly. " I told you I was stepped out for some air, you probably didn't hear me because you were so focused on your phone."Estella rolled her eyes. " If I didn't give you permission, you weren't supposed to step out! Isn't that how it works?"" Hey!" Richard shouted at Estella. " Don't talk to her that way. Because she's sick and you're watching over her for a while doesn't mean you're older or better. Know your place." He said with a stern expression on his face.Estella went quiet for a while before apologizing to Isabelle for speaking to her harshly, not that she me