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The Poison in The Well

Author: Lazywriter
last update publish date: 2026-03-05 16:27:37

[Sarah’s POV]

The waiting room of Dr. Marcella's clinic was exactly as I remembered it—sterile, quiet, and smelling of lavender-scented disinfectant. But a year ago, I was a ghost walking these halls, a woman hollowed out by grief and the persistent belief that my own body was a graveyard.

Now, I sat in the leather chair of her private office, my tailored suit a stark contrast to the oversized sweaters I used to hide in. Dr. Marcella stepped in, freezing at the sight of me. She blinked, her gla
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    [Sarah’s POV]"You cannot go around making baseless accusations, Tyler," I snapped, my voice low and cutting. "Do you have any idea how this looks? You’re a man under investigation for corporate espionage, and now you’re stalking me to whisper conspiracy theories about my staff.""It’s not baseless, Sarah," Tyler insisted, leaning across the small marble table. His voice was a harsh whisper, his eyes searching mine with a desperation that felt almost physical. "I’m not just throwing names around here. I’m trying to figure out what the hell is going on. The evidence is clear. Size forty-six ranch boots. folks in the city do not wear that."I leaned back in the velvet chair, my fingers tracing the rim of an untouched espresso. I looked at Tyler. He was a mess—shadows under his eyes, his shirt wrinkled, a frantic energy vibrating off him that made my skin crawl. Dex stood a few paces away, his back to us, guarding the perimeter of a conversation that felt like it was being held over a

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    [Tyler’s POV]It was humiliating. A month ago, I owned this building. I owned the air inside that lobby. Now, I was a ghost haunting my own perimeter, my high-level security clearance revoked and my face likely pinned to the "do not allow" board in the security office. Sarah meant it when she said she would erase my existence from it.The interior of my SUV smelled like stale coffee and the frantic, sour sweat of a man who was losing everything. I had been sitting in the shadows of the parking structure across from the Rider Group building for nearly six hours, my eyes burning from staring at the revolving glass doors.I shifted in the leather seat, my back aching. I was exhausted. The lead from Detective Miller about the size 46 boots tracks found near where Beatrice was dumped, was screaming in the back of my mind. I needed to tell Sarah. I needed her to understand what my suspicions are.Give it up, Tyler, a voice in my head whispered. She’ll just call the police. She’ll think it’s

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    [Tyler’s POV]We sat in the dim light of the chandelier, the only sound the rhythmic clink of silver against porcelain. Chloe was pushing a piece of salmon around her plate, her eyes red-rimmed from another day of restricted credit lines, while Elena stared blankly at the empty chair where our father usually sat."He’s still in Italy," Chloe muttered, breaking the silence. "I talked to him twenty minutes ago. He’s trying to move some offshore assets, but everything is tangled in Sarah’s new audit protocols.""He shouldn't have left," I said, my voice flat. "Moving our assets now is a wrong move, and he knows that. Father just needed an excuse to run away from his mess.""He knows it’s a losing battle," Elena whispered.Before I could respond, the doorbell chimed a sharp, intrusive sound that echoed through the hollow house."Is that Dad?" Elena asked, her eyes lighting up with a desperate hope."Impossible," Chloe countered. "Unless he rented a supersonic jet we can't afford."The doo

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  • Divorced With His Heir In My Belly   Who's in My Room?

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