LOGIN‘PETITION FOR DISSOLUTION OF MARRIAGE.’ “And where exactly would you go after the divorce?” Felix scorned. “Have you forgotten you had nothing when grandma took you in?” He added, giving her a dismissive once-over. There was no hint of surprise on his face regarding the divorce news, which all the more showed how much he disliked her. Wren has spent three years of her life trying to be the perfect housewife to an unloving man. But when she’s pushed to the wall, she’s forced to retaliate. However she has no idea what is waiting for her on the other side. Happiness at last or worse chaos?
View More"Everything alright?” Dean asked when Wren found the courage to return to him and pretend like everything was fine. Even when she wanted to point a gun at his chest and fire the trigger.“Sorry about that,” she said, slipping the phone back into her pocket.“No problem at all. Everything okay?”“Yeah,” she said.He accepted the answer with a nod. “Dinner is probably ready by now. We should go in.”Crossing that threshold back into the house felt like descending into a dungeon. The house no longer felt cozy, but everything about it made her neck hairs stand on end; even in its warmth.It was stifling.There was no sign of Stefan , or the ones who supposedly cooked the dinner that was already set for both of them.He uncovered the dishes. It was a rich stew, buttery noodles, glazed vegetables. It looked and smelled divine. Her stomach, which should have been growling, clenched in revulsion.
FLASHBACK TO BEFORE THE INCIDENTThe last coherent thought Wren had before her phone rang was the image of herself returning to this farmhouse many years later with the excuse of seeing a tree she’d planted.She took out her phone from her jacket and saw Grace’s name.She answered the call, mouthing ‘excuse me’ to Dean.“Hey,” Wren answered Grace.Grace’s voice was all sharp and urgent. “Wren, where are you right now?” And then she lowered the volume of her voice. “Is Dean there with you, right now? Just say yes or no.”The specificity in Grace’s tone already set off an alarm bell in Wren’s head.She turned her eyes slowly to Dean and then answered, “Yes.”“Act cool, don’t act like I’m talking about him,” Grace hissed. “If you can, you need to excuse yourself from there now.”Although confused and already worried,
For several seconds William didn’t respond at all, and Grace nearly lost all hope until William’s eyelids fluttered and slowly opened.“William…” Grace gasped with relief.“Oh thank god, you’re okay.”William was breathing heavily, “Wren…”“She’s okay, I'm getting her out right now.”Grace immediately ran to the bed and started working the restraints holding Wren's wrists.“I’m so sorry I didn't get here on time, oh god Wren….” She was pulling and tugging at the cuff but it wouldn’t.“Shit, it won’t open…The police are on their way…they're coming,” she assured Wren who was still shivering like a leaf.Grace turned back to Dean who was still on the ground recovering from being tased.She approached him slowly, ready to tase him again if necessary, and began searching his pockets for the keys t
Wren’s heart was almost in her throat as she scrambled for the lights and slapped them on with her uninjured hand.The lights flooded the room and Dean was on the floor beside the bed. He was curled on his side, one hand clutched to the side of his head. Dark blood welled between his fingers, streaking down his temple, down to his shirt, even to the white bedding beneath him in streams.The shards from the broken vase were scattered all over the bed and the floor, but Wren didn't think twice about them before running from the bed and immediately jumped off it, landing on pieces of broken glass.She cried out but didn’t stop her race out of the room, not even waiting to pick the glass out of her skin because Dean was already following behind her. Her feet left bloody footprints on the floor behind her as she fled.“Wren!” Dean bellowed after her.Gasping heavily, she continued to run. Terror flooded her entire system and her vision nea
There are lives built brick by brick. And then there are the moments when one watches the structure tilt, and realises that gravity is no longer a theoretical force but an executioner with perfect aim. Wren was living in the space between architecture and avalanche, which was that terrible pause be
A bald head. A stomach testing the structural integrity of his button-down shirt. All white beards with drizzles of black here and there.Wren couldn’t have guessed, even in the next ten guesses, that the person they were looking for was an old man.Beaumont saw these two stra
“What kind do you think she would like?” the florist with kind eyes and dirt under her fingernails asked after William had just walked into her bouquet shop.William looked at the different options available. Grace wasn’t a roses kind of woman. She liked things that surprised her“Those,” he pointe
William forced himself to look away again. This was ridiculous. He was being ridiculous. Grace loved him. This was her job. Nathan was just a colleague, nothing more. But the uncomfortable feeling in his chest didn’t go away.“Cut! Perfect! That’s the one!” The direct






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