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Weeks had passed since Fallon’s descent into chaos.With Madam Kingsley’s harsh method, Fallon picked up the shattered pieces of herself the way she always does, quietly, methodically.The change was slow, suffocating, and silent.Her thoughts had been trapped in a web of nightmares, haunting memories, and flickers of guilt she no longer knew how to name. But that phase is over now. Her silence had ended.Today is a new day for a new plan.She stood in front of the floor-length mirror, dressed in black with an elegance and grace that conveys sophistication. Her eyes no longer looked hollow, they looked focused. Ruthless. The bruise on her lip had faded, but the lesson had not. Nathan hadn’t spoken of it again, nor had she. Some things didn’t need repeating.Fallon applied her lipstick slowly. A blood-red shade that suited her new resolve. Then she lit a cigarette, a habit she adopted while picking up her shattered self.She then walked toward the room at the end of the hallway where
The classical music had long since stopped, but Sophia was far from recovered.Fallon and Nathan returned to the store, playing the role of concerned bystanders.Fallon’s performance was flawless—too flawless. She stepped into the fitting room, where Sophia sat half-naked in the corner, cowering, covering her ears, rocking herself back and forth.“I’m in a safe place.”“Safe place.”“I’m in a safe place.” She keeps repeating to herself like it is her mantra. “Are you okay, sister?” Fallon mumbled, pinching her elbow to suppress her laughter. “What happened? Let me help you.” Her voice was so sweet you could get diabetes.She then helps Sophia to put on her clothes. “Do you want me to call an ambulance or at least your parents?” Nathan asks through the hallway, his voice laced with concern, but his face is filled with amusement.“NO…”“NO… Don’t…” She yelled as she clung tightly to Fallon as if her life depended on her.Fallon held Sophia’s cold, trembling hand and began patting her
After the incident at the boutique, Sophia grew unexpectedly attached to Fallon.What began as gratitude slowly turned into dependency—an instinctive pull toward the calm, poised woman who had rescued her from her own spiraling fear. Fallon had barely said a word during that terrifying ordeal, yet her presence was steady, grounding. In the days that followed, Sophia clung to her like a shadow.She brought Fallon everywhere…To the mall, to wine tastings, and every last-minute errand involved in the exhausting orchestration of the Farwell-Hawke wedding. An event that doesn't even have a date yet.Fallon even accompanied her to pick out the centerpieces for the imagined reception tables, patiently sifting through color palettes and floral arrangements with a soft, distant smile.Oddly, not once did Ethan join them.Each time his absence was mentioned, Sophia would try to wave it off with a laugh or a shrug. But the shadow in her eyes always gave her away.Fallon didn’t mind.Not because
For the last five years, laughter has echoed in the Farwell mansion and tonight is no different.At the center of the room, Sherah and Ethan Farwell, a perfect couple in the eyes of many, moved in perfect harmony. The delicate sound of classical music filled the air, the melody weaving a spell that seemed to halt time itself. Sherah, the lady of the house, was radiant in her white silk pajamas, the fabric shimmering in the chandelier’s glow with each graceful turn. Her husband, Ethan, looks dashing, with his perfect smile, brown eyes, and dark brown hair, clad in a tailored suit that emphasizes his strong frame. He held her close. His movements were fluid, his touch tender yet confident.Their eyes met, and the world beyond the mansion faded into insignificance. Ethan’s hand rested lightly on Sherah's back, guiding her effortlessly across the floor. Her fingers curled around his shoulder, their connection intimate and unspoken.Though their dance seemed choreographed by years of pra
Sherah almost stumbled to the floor when Ethan said, "She wants to, but I don't..." He uttered with certainty. James' brows furrowed in confusion, "Does she know about this?""No. She thought I was up for it. She didn’t know that I made sure she wouldn't carry my child. I paid a doctor to prescribe strong contraceptives to her. I told her it's vitamins to help us conceive," he explains proudly.James felt sick in his stomach. "You're a terrible person. It's because of Sophia again, isn't it? She left you broken when you needed her the most; have you forgotten that?" he pointed out."Yeah, she did, but we spoke about it when we met in Australia. She told me why she left. She said she was sick and didn't want to hinder my success.“—And you believe her?” James intervenes. He is clearly not pleased with his friend's choices.Ethan nodded vigorously, “Yes. I do. I should have waited for her instead of using her sister to spite her." He answered in disappointment.James shook his head in
James’s heart pounded loudly on his chest. At the same time, Sherah clenches the hem of her dress tightly and pretends to be oblivious.She lets out a faint smile that doesn’t reach her eyes. "Good afternoon, Mr. Lee. Is Ethan inside?" She asks as she shoves all the things she hears in the depths of her mind.James grinned awkwardly, "What's with calling me Mister? James would suffice." He then nods in guilt. “Yes, he is. I think you arrived just in time. He said he was starving... He's so hungry that he starts talking nonsense,” he added playfully while staring at the lunchbox in her hand. "Poor woman," he uttered to himself.She bowed her head, hiding the ache in her heart, and headed to Ethan’s office.When she got inside, she displayed her best smile as if she heard nothing.But deep inside, her mind was in chaos. Her mind is racing. Everything she knew about him went down the drain. Like a shattered mirage that kept her blind for 5 years.“I’m a stand-in.”"He never loved me?"
As Ethan ate a spoonful of the lunch Sherah had prepared, he couldn’t help but recollect James’ comments.~How do you think she would react? She loves you dearly, Ethan. All these years she thought you felt the same.~The memory made it hard for him to swallow his meal. He soon realizes that in the near future, he won’t get to eat any of her food.He almost choked when he recollected her weird behavior, and as he thought deeply he could no longer brush it off.She always greets him with a kiss when she sees him, and before leaving, she even sits on his lap while reading documents on his table—earlier she did none of that. He bit his lower lip, “Did she hear the conversation I had with James?” He contemplated and felt a sore spot in his chest. He shook his head, trying to remove the idea from his mind, “If she did. She’ll be mad for sure.” Ethan knows that Sherah always speaks her mind when she’s happy or sad, especially when she's mad. During their five years of marriage, Sherah alwa
After hours of being monitored for any concussion, Sherah was released from the hospital.At the same time, Ethan had just arrived in Australia. Sherah wanted to call her husband to tell him she was released, but she knew she would only be a nuisance to him. She can’t help but feel the harsh reality of overstaying her welcome.With that, she swallowed the gnawing feeling in her chest, signed her release forms, and processed everything on her own. She felt the weight of Ethan’s betrayal, but she couldn’t do anything but shove everything into the depths of her mind and wait it out.Mindlessly, she entered the elevator and soon encountered Eliot on his way to check on her.Eliot’s eyes lit up upon seeing her, but it was soon changed to concern when he saw the sadness in her eyes. He cleared his throat and plastered a friendly smile, “Good god, I got hold of you.” He uttered it politely.She gasped in surprise. Her hand shook slightly, “Why? Is there something wrong?” She asks casually
After the incident at the boutique, Sophia grew unexpectedly attached to Fallon.What began as gratitude slowly turned into dependency—an instinctive pull toward the calm, poised woman who had rescued her from her own spiraling fear. Fallon had barely said a word during that terrifying ordeal, yet her presence was steady, grounding. In the days that followed, Sophia clung to her like a shadow.She brought Fallon everywhere…To the mall, to wine tastings, and every last-minute errand involved in the exhausting orchestration of the Farwell-Hawke wedding. An event that doesn't even have a date yet.Fallon even accompanied her to pick out the centerpieces for the imagined reception tables, patiently sifting through color palettes and floral arrangements with a soft, distant smile.Oddly, not once did Ethan join them.Each time his absence was mentioned, Sophia would try to wave it off with a laugh or a shrug. But the shadow in her eyes always gave her away.Fallon didn’t mind.Not because
The classical music had long since stopped, but Sophia was far from recovered.Fallon and Nathan returned to the store, playing the role of concerned bystanders.Fallon’s performance was flawless—too flawless. She stepped into the fitting room, where Sophia sat half-naked in the corner, cowering, covering her ears, rocking herself back and forth.“I’m in a safe place.”“Safe place.”“I’m in a safe place.” She keeps repeating to herself like it is her mantra. “Are you okay, sister?” Fallon mumbled, pinching her elbow to suppress her laughter. “What happened? Let me help you.” Her voice was so sweet you could get diabetes.She then helps Sophia to put on her clothes. “Do you want me to call an ambulance or at least your parents?” Nathan asks through the hallway, his voice laced with concern, but his face is filled with amusement.“NO…”“NO… Don’t…” She yelled as she clung tightly to Fallon as if her life depended on her.Fallon held Sophia’s cold, trembling hand and began patting her
Weeks had passed since Fallon’s descent into chaos.With Madam Kingsley’s harsh method, Fallon picked up the shattered pieces of herself the way she always does, quietly, methodically.The change was slow, suffocating, and silent.Her thoughts had been trapped in a web of nightmares, haunting memories, and flickers of guilt she no longer knew how to name. But that phase is over now. Her silence had ended.Today is a new day for a new plan.She stood in front of the floor-length mirror, dressed in black with an elegance and grace that conveys sophistication. Her eyes no longer looked hollow, they looked focused. Ruthless. The bruise on her lip had faded, but the lesson had not. Nathan hadn’t spoken of it again, nor had she. Some things didn’t need repeating.Fallon applied her lipstick slowly. A blood-red shade that suited her new resolve. Then she lit a cigarette, a habit she adopted while picking up her shattered self.She then walked toward the room at the end of the hallway where
As days passed, Fallon began to lose her spark—the fire that kept her going started to dwindle.She started returning to her past self and longing for her husband and friends. Her actions left Nathan no option but to tell his mother about it. INSIDE Fallon's room...The curtains remained half-drawn. The once-bright space was now dulled by shadows, the light from outside filtered and gray.Fallon sat at the edge of the bed, still in the clothes she wore yesterday, her gaze unfocused as she stared at nothing in particular.The spark that once made Fallon dangerous, driven, unpredictable—it had thinned. Dimmed. Her posture slumped more with each passing day, the steel in her eyes softening into sorrow.She’d stopped bothering with the little rituals—her coffee grew cold in untouched cups. No more carefully planned vengeance. No more late-night whispers with Nathan about their schemes.MEANWHILE…In Nathan’s home office…Nathan stood by the liquor cabinet, pouring himself a drink with
Fallon sleeps restlessly on the bed, her limbs twitching, her breath shallow. Sweat beads on her forehead.She’s having a dream, or more to say, a nightmare. She is seated across from Ethan at an elegant table. He’s in a tailored suit, polished and charming—too charming. He’s smiling at her, but there’s something hollow behind his eyes.She reaches for his hand, but he retracts it.Ethan smiled faintly, “You knew this wasn’t real, right?” He pointed out.Fallon frowns—the lighting shifts, flickering like a faulty bulb. The surroundings distort—wine glasses melt like wax, and chandeliers bend unnaturally.“What are you talking about?” She asked, her voice cracking with every word. “You were just a distraction. A placeholder… until I didn’t need you anymore,” he explains, grinning. "Because she's back."He stands and walks away.At the far end of the restaurant, Sophia appears, her hand laced tightly with his. They kiss passionately. Fallon staggers backward, knocking over her wine gl
Ethan’s hands are clenched. His nose flared in irritation as he walked back to his office.He was just about to dismiss the earlier incident as nothing more than a coincidence, but Nathan’s words irritated him so much that there was a part of him wishing that Nathan was the person behind it, so he'd have a reason to punish him. He angrily and mindlessly strode the hallway to his office when he bumped into Sophia, who was holding documents for him to sign. She followed him into his office, watching intently as he reviewed the papers. She admired his calm focus, the way his fingers moved across the text. He noticed her staring and looked up. She blushed. He smiled faintly.By the time he finished, it was lunchtime. Sophia invited him to eat, and he agreed—but suggested they order takeout and eat in the conference room.They found Nathan, Oliver, the head of the finance department, and his secretary, Analise, already eating inside.Nathan waved and gestured to them. “Lovebirds! Come si
Noel was busy photocopying important documents for the afternoon meeting when he heard Nathan's voice nearby, speaking in hushed tones on the phone to a woman.Fallon and Nathan were talking about their plans for tomorrow when Nathan felt someone’s presence near him. His eyes sharpened, and his movements became cautious."I’ve been so stressed lately. Can you come visit me here? I want to be with you every second of every day," he says playfully, abruptly changing the topic.Fallon laughs. She understood the sudden change in Nathan’s tone meant someone was nearby. “You’re disgusting.” She replied. Noel couldn’t hear the woman’s response, but Nathan’s tone was unmistakably affectionate."I know, I know… But what can I do? I miss you so much," Nathan said louder than necessary, just enough for Noel to hear. He knew Noel would tell Ethan everything he did.He was slowly planting whispers about Fallon. Each mention was deliberate, woven gently into conversation, like a memory everyone
It was Nathan’s first day as the official Chief Legal Officer (CLO). He arrived early, arms full of carefully packed boxes, his blue eyes gleaming with excitement and purpose. As he stepped out of the elevator and crossed the marble floor toward his office, every head turned.Whispers stirred the air behind him like a rising storm.The female staff, in particular, exchanged curious, admiring glances and whispered about the tall, blonde stranger. Their excitement crumbled quickly when someone muttered the news that he was married and off-limits. Disappointment spread like a wildfire.Nathan didn’t care. Attention was nice—it fed his ego—but today, he had greater ambition.He intended to honor Grandma’s faith in him, slowly sink his roots deeper into the Farwell Group, and gradually lead it to its end. He was arranging the last few frames on his desk when Noel knocked and entered, carrying a small black box."A welcome gift," Noel said with a polite smile, setting down a bottle of deep
SOMEWHERE in New York…A Delta Tech employee’s hand trembled slightly as he dialed the number, glancing over his shoulder to ensure no one was watching. His voice was low and hushed, as if speaking too loudly might make the darkness of the room swallow him whole."We’ve done what you asked. I expect the other half of the payment—"Before he could finish the sentence, a sharp ping sliced through the silence, the sound so sudden it almost felt like a warning. His eyes snapped to his phone, and a chill ran down his spine as he saw the notification:100 million dollars deposited into Delta Tech.A grin spread across his face, slick and dangerous. "Pleasure doing business with you, Madam," he muttered, the words laced with satisfaction.Without any response from the other side, the call ended with a cold finality, the line going dead. The man’s grip tightened on the phone, the weight of what had just transpired settling deep in his bones.He lingered in the silence for a moment, the quiet