Se connecterSarah. Four years ago. I walked along the scant hallways of the new HQ building we had just acquired; it was our first board meeting, and we hardly had any shareholders, I and Desmond were the only board of directors. I entered the conference room and met Desmond glancing over the window; I walked over to him. His brows were furrowed in worry. "Don't worry, Desmond, Father will promote our company amongst his friends. One of them will surely catch interest.” He nodded and caught my arms, drawing me close to himself. “What will I do without you? You have been my backbone in these times. Your father never thought of me as worthy…”“Don’t say that," I shunned. “You have proved yourself to be more worthy, and I love you; that’s all that matters.” In less than six months the hallways were bustling with staff, and the conference room held weekly board of director meetings. Desmond could hardly meet up with the task of the CEO and other adminstrative duties, I took on the general mangeri
SarahI looked over at Lucas sympathetically as George applied a sprain ointment over his neck. “I’m not that bothered that Desmond and Rachel remarried. I've been sick of hearing them arrange for it since their affair; you shouldn’t have sprained your neck; it wasn't worth it.” “Ow,” he winced as George massaged his neck a bit hard. “You are long used to those assholes.” I wore a smile; the ache in my heart burned a little harder than I showed. I appreciated the kindness I was surrounded with. They all cared for me in their little way because Caleb treated me well. I would forever appreciate that. “I haven’t seen Mr. Lindsworth in a while.” “Lindsworth?” Lucas narrowed his eyes. "Caleb," George hissed at him. “You are literally his lawyer; his surname should not surprise you.” He chewed his lips, hiding his amusement. “I haven’t heard anyone address Caleb with his surname in a while. He doesn’t like it that much; also, it’s a bit old-fashioned." “Old-fashioned? I think it is r
Sarah.I wanted to believe my funeral would have touched the heart of many, but there was hardly anyone present. It was just my former driver, who had been sacked following my admission to the clinic, bowing his head at my grave before leaving. A black sedan arrived, and Rachel and Desmond hopped out of it. As expected, Rachel pretended to care the most about me. She already brought out a napkin to dab the eyes that had no tears formed in. Desmond stood on the sidelines staring distantly. I expected him to care the most about me. Do our years together have no meaning to him at all?Not even for a second. My chest tightened as tears wanted to trickle down my face. Rachel laid down her flowers. I noticed it was a bunch of tulips, one she knew I absolutely hated and was allergic to.She truly wished me to rest in hell. When she returned to him, Desmond wrapped a coat around her as it started to drizzle before leading her back to the black sedan, and they drove off. I scoffed at my cu
SarahIt was time. Rachel had called the night before and ordered my death should be ruled as suicide. I would be injected with a lethal overdose of the drug this noon. Then she'd put on an act of wanting to save me. The perfect lie to hide her true motives. I laughed to myself, heartbroken by my painful reality. I reached out for the pills. Caleb had handed them to me the day before:I stared into his deep caramel irises, teary-eyed. “How can this save me?”“It won't stop your death, Sarah, but it will give us enough time to save you.”“If you are late, I die." I asked, my voice shaky.“We all take risks to achieve our goals, but I do promise you I won't let you die. You are instrumental to achieving my goal.”It was difficult, but I have to trust him. I don't have anyone else to fall back on; he is the only one offering me a hand to restart anew. I'm risking my life to restart life. If I survive, I'm certain it will be worth it; if I don't, Liam will be glad to see me. I smiled and
CalebDr. George gave me the document of my admission. “I had to push for a week. The doctors will find out soon enough nothing is wrong with you. You are allowed to demand a discharge anytime you wish.” Lucas scoffed. “I can’t believe you are with him on this.”"Well, what can I do?” “Refuse.” He said pointedly. I walked out of the car. “Pay no attention to him.” I have been to a psychiatric clinic; I can pull off some realistic acting to fool everyone to buy sometimes. “How are you sure she is here?” Lucas poked his head out, asking. “The ring I gave her.” “You had it tapped.” He gasped. “I heard her ‘illness’ is bad.” Dr. George quoted“Sure it is. Sarah Alven is the perfect person I need after this ordeal. She’d want her husband and sister more dead than I do.” My eyes darkened, and I might have appeared sinister for a moment because Lucas muttered. “He looks so evil.” I chuckled and headed in with George. “Don’t do anything extreme. You still suffer from C-PTSD. I have y
SarahDeep-set brown eyes, an angular face with hollow cheeks, prominent cheekbones, and a sharp jaw. He was tall and lean with muscled biceps and tan skin. His dirty blonde hair was the one thing that stood out from his harmonious look that blended all well. “A person who has your will at heart.” I muttered his exact words. How can a stranger wish well for me? The diamond in the center of the ring twinkled and scattered the ray of sunlight that hit it. It was an exact replica of my engagement ring. The one Desmond gave me. I kept wearing it after our marriage. “Keep it on you at all times.” Before I could ask him why he left hurriedly.I don’t know him, but I had an overwhelming feeling to trust him. I stared at the ring I'd worn for over five years, my heart aching at how it had all gone to waste, the happiness and love I once thought would last forever. There was no need to continue deceiving myself. Desmond's relationship with Rachel will only hinder me from revealing Rache
SarahI pushed the door open and cared little if I was soaked by the drizzling rain; what mattered most was finding justice for my son Liam. Rachel was present that night, and her presence is connected to Liam’s death. We walked through the security compartment of the house with our security guard
SarahIt broke me beyond what I could handle to see Desmond restless throughout the company shareholder’s dinner once my older sister entered the room. His eyes followed her with every corner she turned until she sat behind the table reserved for her. I watched as he shamelessly brought out his pho







