On their anniversary, Melinda’s world crumbled. Her husband the man she built a life with was caught cheating with her sister, the very woman who had always envied her and wanted everything she had but the betrayal didn’t stop there. Together, they framed her using fabricated photos, shattering her reputation and dignity in one cruel move. Heartbroken and humiliated, Melinda fled. One reckless night in Vegas led her into the arms of a stranger a man she’d never see again… or so she thought. Six years later, she returns. Not alone. But with twins whose father remains a mystery to everyone but her.
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“Ouch…”
I woke up with a pounding headache, my whole body hurt, like I’d been hit by a truck. I didn’t know where I was or what had happened. I frowned, feeling uneasy, I was too weak.
As dawn crept up, the morning sun shone in. I suddenly opened my eyes, trying to recall of the events that occurred last night.
In the first place, how did I end up here on a hotel bed? Shit, I’m naked! All I could recall from last night was having a girl’s night out with Vanessa. After taking a few sips of the sangria Vanessa had brought to me, I passed out.
Could it be that my drink had been spiked!? I would need to talk to Vanessa and find out what happened!
I gnashed my teeth and walked out of the bed .With every ounce of composure within me; I tried to remain calm as I could.
I quickly put on my clothes from the night before, fixed myself up a little, and hurried out of the hotel room. I had to get home fast.
Today was our 10th wedding anniversary; I couldn’t wait to tell Andrew the good news.
I met Andrew ten years ago at an architectural firm; we were coworkers and then fell in love. Soon, he asked me to marry him, our marriage wasn’t perfect, but we always tried to make it work. I always wanted to have kids, but Andrew wasn’t ready. He thought we needed to focus on building the business first.
Inheriting a fortune from my grandma was a game changer, it would help Andrew and I finally expand our architectural firm from the ground up.
As I drove home, eager to share the good news with Andrew, I was met with his absence. Of course, he was probably at work, it was only 9:15am .
I decided to call him and share the good news, but his phone rang endlessly with no answer. Fine, then. I decided to surprise him at the office instead.
I just remembered I need to pick up our anniversary cake and that bottle of red wine from the confectionary. I decided to wear the white dress Andrew got me last year. He once said it brought out my curves, and maybe he was right. It was a flowing D & G dress, elegant with studded stones along the shoulders a gift from our anniversary two years ago.
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The elevator made a soft sound as it opened. It felt too cheerful for how I was feeling. I held a box of chocolate hazelnut cake in one hand Andrew’s favorite and a bottle of red wine under my arm. The receptionist wasn’t at her desk, which was a bit strange, but I thought she had just gone somewhere for a moment.
Quietly, I as I approached the door to Andrew’s office I heard a faint groan. I halted abruptly at the door, I heard a woman’s sharp cry and the voice sounded familiar.
My eyes widened…No! No, Andrew couldn’t do this to me. Instantly I was sick in my stomach.
I couldn’t help myself from looking, the sight greeted me like a physical blow, the door was half way open.
I took a deep breath; I braced myself to keep looking into his office. I grabbed the doorframe with my right hand to keep myself up right.
There in the office was my husband laying on his back over the table and sitting over his nether regions sat my sister, half naked. I watched as Andrew gripped her hips , moving her on him to his liking, which proved to me that this wasn’t the first time they’d be having sex.
He had his head thrown back; I brought my left hand to my mouth hitting myself in the face with my phone still clutched there.
Anguish washed over me as I pushed the door open and then my heart stopped.
It took them a moment to see me. Just long enough for the cake box to slip from my hand and fall to the floor, breaking the silence.
Andrew turned his head. He didn’t look guilty or scared just annoyed. Vanessa smiled as she fixed her clothes, looking proud and happy, like she had just won something.
“I guess happy anniversary is out of the question,” I managed to whisper, voice trembling.
“You should go,” Andrew said coldly, adjusting his shirt like I was the intruder. “This isn’t the time.”
“Not the time?” My hands shook as I tried to catch my breath. “I’m your wife.”
“Not for long,” Vanessa chimed, hopping off the desk. “He was going to tell you today.”
My eyes flicked to her, my own sister. The girl I grew up with. Shared secrets with. Trusted.
I wanted to scream. Cry. Hit something. Instead, I was stunned with disbelief.
“How could you do this to me Nessa?” “Why?”.. I gasped ,stumbling back a step.
Andrew walked over to a drawer and took out some photos. He threw them at my feet like trash.
“You might want to look at those before you start playing the victim.”
I bent down slowly, fingers trembling as I pulled out the photos. Me. Naked. In bed. With a stranger I didn’t even recognize.
“No... this isn’t real.” My voice cracked. “I don’t remember this. I never... I would never”
“You were sloppy,” Vanessa said, feigning pity. “At least own it.”
Everything tilted. My legs gave out and I sank into the nearby chair, dizzy with confusion.
I hadn’t cheated. I knew I hadn’t. I would remember. Wouldn’t I?
But Andrew and Vanessa had already turned away. Like I didn’t exist. Like I wasn’t worth another second of their time.
I looked at Vanessa as a bad feeling grew in my stomach.
And that’s when it hit me.
This was a setup. As the tears were about to stream down my face.
I stormed out of the office holding the photos tightly, angry and hurt. Betrayal left a strange, bitter taste in my mouth. I wasn’t just hurt. I was played. Humiliated. Set up by the two people I loved most.
I got into my car and drove. No destination in mind. My hands shook on the steering wheel. My hands trembled on the wheel. My phone buzzed a message from my lawyer about our meeting later that day. The one where I was supposed to discuss transferring my inheritance from my grandmother’s estate into our shared account.
I almost laughed.
If I hadn’t walked in on them just now, Andrew would’ve walked away with everything, my money, my name, and maybe even my life.
The realization made me cold all over.
I doubled back; I needed to get my things out of his darn office. I would have to go in through the back this time. I parked and waited by the emergency stairwell entrance. No one noticed me. I wasn’t even meant to be there.
I didn’t mean to hear them but what I heard left me frozen.
But I did.
Their voices floated down the hall low, but unmistakable.
“She has no idea,” Vanessa said. “You transfer the money tomorrow, and then… well, the accident won’t look suspicious.”
“Make sure it looks like a car crash,” Andrew replied casually. “Nothing too violent. We don’t want questions.”
My blood ran cold. They were planning to kill me.
I didn’t move. I didn’t even breathe. I slowly stepped back, one step at a time, until I reached the door and got into my car.
There was no need of going to the lawyer’s office anymore.. I didn’t think, I just drove. The office was tucked between a Laundromat and a florist, but I knew exactly where I was going. The same place Andrew had taken me six months ago, insisting we needed to “plan for the future.”
I walked into the insurance building and headed straight for the lobby. I walked into the insurance building and went to the lobby. A young woman at the desk smiled politely at me. I didn’t give a damn.
“Good day, ma’am. How may I help you?” she asked.
“Please, I’d like to see Mr. Greene,” I said, my voice sharp and hurried.
The secretary’s smile faltered just slightly. “Do you have an appointment with Mr. Greene today?”My eyes narrowed with anger. She saw I wasn’t in the mood for her questions.
“Okay, just a moment,” she said, rolling her bulgy eyes at me before calling Mr. Greene.
I began pacing, back and forth, each step a reminder of how close I was to snapping. Patience was a luxury I didn’t have.
And that was it; I walked in and canceled the policy without blinking. Andrew’s name was the only one listed as beneficiary. Of course it was.
As I stepped back outside, the pieces slammed into place every odd conversation, every delay, and every excuse. Together, they painted something dark, something I could no longer ignore.
Everything was beginning to make sense. I was finally starting to understand why I couldn't remember anything from the other night.
I had suffered too much in this marriage to simply let it all go. I refused to be the fool anymore. It was time to make a bold move one that would show Andrew and Vanessa I was done being Mrs. Goody two shoes.
Morning came too soon, sunlight spilling across Melinda’s face like a cruel reminder that nothing was as it seemed.James was already dressed, buttoning his crisp white shirt in front of the mirror. His reflection caught her eye, and for a moment, she simply watched him carefully, cautiously.The man who had once made her feel safe now seemed wrapped in questions she hadn’t dared ask.“You slept like a rock,” James said, his voice warm and teasing as he adjusted his cufflinks. “Did you even hear the thunder last night?”She gave him a faint smile. “Didn’t notice.”He leaned over, kissed her forehead, then her lips. “I’ll be late tonight. Board meeting with the East Coast investors. You remember Thomas, right?”She nodded slowly, committing the name to memory. “Of course.”He kissed her once more before leaving, and as the door clicked shut behind him, the silence roared to life. She waited ten minutes long enough for him to get into the elevator and drive off before grabbing her bag a
Melinda stood in front of the nondescript address the message had led her to an old warehouse tucked behind the rusted edge of the city’s forgotten district. No cameras, no streetlights, and no witnesses.She checked her phone again.8:03 PM.Another message blinked on screen."You're late. Come to the back entrance. Alone."She swallowed hard and pulled her coat tighter around her. The darkness behind the building felt alive, the kind that clung to your skin and whispered threats in your ear. But she kept going. She had to.When she rounded the corner, a figure emerged from the shadows hooded, tall, male. But he didn’t move like someone who wanted to hurt her. He moved like someone who had been waiting.“You came,” he said.His voice was muffled but familiar. Her hand tightened around the pepper spray in her pocket, just in case.“Who are you?” she asked, keeping her distance.The man pulled his hood back slowly, revealing a face she hadn’t seen in years. Her knees nearly buckled.“N
The echoes of the gala still clung to the inside of Melinda’s skull like an expensive perfume that wouldn’t fade. She sat in James’s penthouse now barefoot, her dress discarded on the chaise, wrapped in a silk robe. The city stretched out beneath her, glittering like nothing had happened. Like she hadn’t just exposed years of pain with a few razor-edged sentences.James stepped out of the shower, towel wrapped low around his waist. “You didn’t have to say all that,” he said, not accusing just observing.Melinda looked at him from the balcony seat. “Maybe not. But I wanted to.”He approached her slowly, water glistening on his chest. “You burned Andrew alive in front of everyone. His reputation won’t recover.”She gave a half smile. “Good.”James studied her. “You’re dangerous.”Melinda tilted her head, gaze sharp. “And you like that.”A small smile curved his lips. “I do.”But beneath the charged silence, something in James’s eyes had shifted. Subtle. Flickering. As though her words
The mansion buzzed with preparations.Stylists flitted through the halls like butterflies, carrying fabric swatches and makeup kits. A tailor adjusted the hem of James’s tuxedo, while Melinda sat still under a soft spotlight, her long black gown being fitted by a luxury designer flown in from Milan.Tonight was the gala.Tonight, they would face their ghosts in gowns and tuxedos.“You look like vengeance in silk,” James murmured as he walked into her dressing room, his voice low, eyes hooded.Melinda turned slightly, catching his reflection in the mirror. “Good. That’s the vibe.”He smirked, but there was pride in his gaze. “We’re going to own tonight.”She rose to her feet. The dress clung to her body like it had been poured over her. Off-shoulder, slit high, black as midnight. Paired with ruby lips and a diamond choker, she looked… expensive. Unreachable.The car ride to the gala was silent not uncomfortable, just simmering with electricity.James didn’t hold her hand this time.He
Melinda stood in front of the tall mirror, her fingers tugging nervously at the silk collar of her blouse. The courthouse was quiet that morning, almost eerily so. The sun filtered through the high windows like a silent witness to the union about to take place not one forged in love, but necessity, secrecy… and the ache of unspoken history.James stood beside her, impeccably dressed in a dark charcoal suit that hugged his form with authority. His tie was perfectly knotted, his face unreadable. But his eyes those sharp grey eyes flicked toward her every few seconds, as though trying to gauge what lay behind her practiced calm.The marriage certificate lay between them on the mahogany table, crisp and accusing.“This isn’t a real marriage,” Melinda said quietly, her voice barely a whisper. “It’s for the twins, for the public, for”“For protection,” James finished, his tone firm but not unkind. “I’m not asking for love, Melinda. I’m asking for loyalty. For a united front.”The pen felt h
But an older man, silver-haired, sharp-eyed, seated behind a mahogany desk. His tailored suit was pristine, and he radiated the kind of authority that made the room feel colder.“Ms. Jameson,” he said, standing with a practiced smile. “A pleasure.”“Thank you for having me,” she said, voice even despite the discomfort prickling under her skin.“I’ve read your work impressive. We’re expanding our image and branding department. Our clientele list includes politicians, philanthropists… and high-profile business figures. We need someone discreet. Creative. Meticulous.”Melinda’s mouth went dry. Something told her this wasn’t just another gig.He pushed a folder across the table. “You come highly recommended.”She opened it and nearly choked.There, staring up at her in high definition, was a photo of James Locke.Alongside it: a press release draft about a potential run for state governor.Her stomach plummeted.“I’m sorry what is this?”“James is considering stepping into politics. The L
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