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,
Liam stormed out of the house, his long strides closing the distance between him and the delivery man in seconds. His heart pounded, not from exertion but from sheer rage. He grabbed the man's arm and yanked off his helmet.The stranger’s startled face met his.Liam's stomach twisted with frustration. He wasn’t the man he was expecting him to be. "Who sent you?" Liam demanded, his voice dangerously low.The delivery man, now visibly nervous, raised his hands in surrender. "I swear, I don’t know. I just got an online order to deliver this package. The money was wired, and I picked up the package from the train station as instructed."Liam clenched his fists. Of course, whoever sent this would have covered their tracks."You didn't see anyone? No instructions on who it’s from?"The man shook his head quickly. "No, sir. I was just following my job."Liam cursed under his breath. He wanted to punch something—or someone. But taking it out on a clueless delivery man wouldn't get him anywhe
Liam stood outside Isabelle’s bedroom door, his hand clenched into a fist as he knocked once again."Isa, please open the door," he called out, but there was no response.He had been trying for an entire day. She hadn't eaten, hadn't drunk water, and hadn't made a single sound. The silence was suffocating, a weight pressing heavily on his chest."Dammit, Isa!" he shouted, banging on the door this time. "Are you trying to kill yourself just because I kept a secret from you? Are you hurting yourself in there? If you don't open this door now, I swear... I'll break this door down"His voice was desperate, raw with frustration and fear. Just as he raised his fist to pound on the door again, it suddenly swung open.Liam took a step back, startled.There she was, standing in the doorway, dressed in a fitted sweater and jeans, her hair tied back neatly. A bag hung from her shoulder, packed for a stay away.Isabelle didn’t even spare him a glance. She stepped past him without a word, brushing
Isabelle lay motionless on the hospital bed, her face pale, her breathing was steady but weak. The sedatives had done their work, sending her into a deep sleep, shielding her from the chaos that awaited her once she woke up.Marcus stood by the bed, watching her, arms crossed. For the first time in years, he saw her without that fire in her eyes. She looked… delicate. Breakable. A twinge of something unfamiliar stirred in him, but he quickly brushed it aside.The doctor entered, holding a clipboard. "She collapsed from exhaustion," he explained. "Stress, lack of sleep, malnutrition. It’s a miracle she even made it this far. She needs rest—no sudden shocks, no stress, or we might be dealing with something worse next time."Marcus nodded, his face unreadable. "Make sure she gets the best care. Move her to a VIP ward, and…" He paused, his lips curling into a smirk.The doctor hesitated. "We usually require consent from the patient or an immediate family member. Are you the patient's fami
A soft beeping filled the air. Isabelle stirred, her eyelids fluttering as consciousness slowly returned. Her body felt heavy, and for a moment, everything was a blur. A dull ache throbbed in her head, but it wasn’t unbearable—just a lingering reminder of whatever had happened before she blacked out.She inhaled deeply, the sterile scent of antiseptic and hospital linens filling her nostrils. As she blinked, her vision cleared, and she took in the unfamiliar white walls and the IV drip attached to her arm. A hospital?Before she could make sense of it, a voice interrupted her thoughts.“You’re finally awake.”She turned her head slightly and saw Marcus sitting on the couch near the window. He was dressed casually, scrolling through something on his tablet. When he looked up and met her eyes, a smug smile crossed his face.“You slept for an entire day.”Isabelle’s breath hitched. A whole day?That meant she hadn’t seen Liam in two days. Her heart clenched at the thought. He must have b
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