LOGIN"Owen... you need to cut yourself some slack," she says gently, reaching up to lightly brush her thumb against my cheekbone. "You don't have to be the invincible counselor right now. You just lost your mom, honey. I know how much she meant to you. I know how much you loved her, and I know how hard y
I watch Sydney walk away from me, her spine perfectly straight, her head held high like a queen marching out of a ruined kingdom. Her words—sharp, icy, and dripping with disgust that makes my skin crawl—still echo in the quiet space of the dining room. "While you're busy playing love and playing h
My heart drops into my shoes, a sickening wave of nausea swirling in my stomach. He sharply pulls away after a beat, his hands coming up to grip her shoulders, his face a mix of shock and discomfort. "Camille, what are you doing here? How did you even get past the gates?" "Oh, Owen, I came the sec
I lean in across the dark wood, my jaw tight, waiting for the genius to drop some mind-blowing corporate strategy. Owen slides his glass entirely out of the way, his eyes tracking mine with a sudden, sharp intensity. "The first thing we need to do," he says, leaning his forearms on the table, "is p
I don't wait to hear another word. A blinding, white-hot rush of pure adrenaline and rage explodes in my chest. Before I even realize what I’m doing, my arm whips forward. I throw my phone across the bedroom with every ounce of strength I have left. It hits the far drywall with a sickening smack,
I sit on the edge of the mattress, the silence of my locked bedroom pressing in from all sides. My scalp still burns from where I was aggressively pulling at the tangles earlier, but I barely care. I slowly run a hand through my hair, letting out a long breath that shudders against my teeth. The r
The morning sun filters through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Grandmother Newton’s sunroom, giving a beautiful shimmer to the floral patterns of the upholstery. I am kneeling on the plush rug at Grandmother’s feet, my fingers steady as I adjust the brim of her favorite silk hat. She is insistent
The air in the room feels suddenly thin. I blink, certain I’ve misread the text. My eyes fly down the page, catching phrases that feel like physical blows. Irreconcilable differences... Infidelity... Systematic emotional neglect... "What is this?" I whisper to the empty room. I flip through the
"You saw it, Deckard! You stood there and saw that... that woman strike me!" Gia screams, her voice hitting a pitch that vibrates in my teeth. She’s gripping her pashmina so hard her knuckles are white. "She’s out of control! You have to find a way to reign her in, or better yet, just leave her. Thr
Oh, the nerve! Lydia may have the nerve to say God awful things to me, but how dare SHE ruin this audition for me! This is my life...my chance to take things into my hands. To be financially independent and here she is, ruining it for me?? I'm still shaking partly from the adrenaline of the au







