LOGINHudsonI woke up on the floor of my apartment with dried blood crusting on my face and fresh pain radiating through every inch of my body.The sun was coming through my window. It was morning. I had been unconscious all night.I tried to sit up and agony exploded through my ribs. Something was definitely broken, maybe multiple bones. My face felt swollen and painful. When I touched my side gingerly, my fingers came away sticky with blood.I was still bleeding slowly. I knew my injuries were serious enough for me to call for an ambulance but the threats from yesterday still echoed in my mind.They had threatened Theo and they had told me to wait for instructions and to do whatever they ordered or they would hurt him.My stomach twisted with nausea. What was I supposed to do? Keep this secret and wait for them to use me as their puppet? Steal something, plant something and destroy someone?I couldn't do that. I wouldn't. But if I told anyone, they would hurt Theo.I lay on the floor, st
HudsonI sat on my kitchen floor until the sun came up, my phone clutched in my shaking hands, staring at the address they had sent me.There was no way I was bringing Theo to that location. I would die first. I would let them destroy me, ruin everything I had built and expose me as the monster I used to be. None of that mattered to me anymore. What mattered was keeping Theo safe.But the messages had been clear. If I told anyone, they would hurt him anyway. If I didn't show up, they would hurt him. I was trapped in an impossible situation with no good options.Unless.The thought formed slowly and dangerously in my exhausted mind.What if I went myself? What if I showed up at that address without Theo and faced whoever this was directly?It was stupid and reckless. I would probably get hurt, maybe even killed, but if I could draw their attention to me, if I could make myself the target instead of Theo, maybe that would be enough.Maybe I could buy time to figure out what to do next.
HudsonThe thought that I should have told someone about those messages kept circling in my mind like a vulture, but every time I picked up my phone to text Maribel, call Julius or even go to the police, shame stopped me cold.What would I say? That someone was sending me threatening texts reminding me of the terrible things I had actually done? That someone was watching me and knew where I lived and worked?The police would probably laugh me out of the station. They would pull up my record, see what I had been convicted of and decide I deserved whatever harassment I was getting.And what would Maribel, who had given me so much already, think? Would she believe me? Or would she think I was making it up for attention, or worse, that I was falling back into old patterns of manipulation?I couldn't risk it. I couldn't risk losing the trust I had spent months building, so I said nothing.I went to work at the warehouse the next morning, my eyes scanning every face in the parking lot and e
HudsonThree weeks into living in my own apartment, I finally had to admit something I had been trying to ignore.I missed Maribel badly.I still saw her every day at the cafe, worked my shifts, talked to her during breaks and shared meals in the back office when things were slow, but it wasn't the same.I missed waking up to the sound of her moving around the kitchen, humming off key to whatever song was stuck in her head. I missed the casual conversations we would have My apartment was nice. The window let in good morning light and the landlord had been nothing but kind since I moved in.I had furnished it slowly over the past few weeks. There was now a proper bed frame instead of just a mattress on the floor, a small table with two chairs in case I ever had a guest, which seemed unlikely, and the bookshelf I had built with Maribel was now filled with the books I had been buying.It should have felt like victory. I had gone from sleeping on the street outside a cafe to having my ow
MaribelHudson and I spent the entire Saturday looking at apartments. We had made a list of five possibilities based on his budget, and I had insisted on coming with him to every single viewing."You need a second pair of eyes. Someone to check for things like mold and broken fixtures and sketchy landlords." I had said when he tried to protest."I think I can handle it." Hudson had replied, but there was no real conviction in his voice."Humor me." I had said, and he had smiled in that soft way that showed that he was grateful but didn't know how to say it.The first apartment we saw was decent. Small, but clean. The landlord seemed nice enough, and the rent was within Hudson's budget, but something about it felt off to me. The lighting was harsh and fluorescent, making everything look cold and uninviting."What do you think?" Hudson had asked as we walked back to the car."It's fine." I had said carefully."But?" "But you'd be miserable there. That lighting alone would give you a h
HudsonI stared at the check inside the envelope in my hand and my lips wobbled slightly.This was my third payment from tutoring this month, and I tried to process the number. The number was even more than I thought I would ever be able to make from tutoring kids and it was all thanks to Jane.She had introduced me to some parents in Theo's school whose kids needed extra tutoring and those parents also recommended me to other parents and now I was making a generous amount of money which was honestly more than I deserved.Combined with my warehouse paychecks, which had doubled since my promotion last week, I finally had enough money to get a place and stop living on Maribel's couch.It would be wise and considerate to give her back the space I had been occupying for months.I should have felt excited and relieved because this was what I had been working toward. I had been saving every dollar, taking every tutoring session Jane had sent my way and working double shifts at the warehous
HudsonI straightened my tie in the bathroom mirror, checking my reflection with satisfaction. I was perfectly composed and there was not a strand of hair out of place. No one would ever know I had just spent the last twenty minutes balls-deep in my fiancée's best friend.Maribel emerged from the
JaneMy eyes locked with Julius’s and in that moment, I saw my own desperation reflected back at me.“Please,” I whispered, my hands sliding up his chest to frame his face. “Please make me forget. Just for a few minutes. Make me forget Hudson. Make me forget—” My voice cracked. “Make me forget eve
JaneJulius froze. For one terrible, endless moment, his lips were still against mine and his body was rigid with shock. I had made a mistake. A horrible and irreversible mistake. I was kissing my fiancé's father. The man who was supposed to become my father-in-law in less than twenty minutes. Wh
JaneThe woman staring back at me in the mirror looked like a bride. White lace clung to curves I had learned to hide and to despise. My auburn hair was pinned into an elegant updo that had taken the stylist two hours. My makeup had been carefully applied to make my green eyes look less tired and







