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IN ST. JOSEPH ORPHANAGE – MOTHER SUPERIOR 'S OFFICE…Fallon stood in the warm light filtering through the stained-glass window, her eyes red, throat tight. The weight of her past pressed heavily on her chest. The story the Mother Superior told her is more than enough fuel to ignite the memory that had been buried in her mind. And it triggered not just the loneliness inside her but also a decades-old fury she never knew she was holding.Hatred is too strong; it could burn a whole city.The Mother Superior reached out and cupped Fallon’s trembling hands with her own. Jolting Fallon back to the present. “Don’t worry, child. Your secret is safe with me,” she said, assuringly.Fallon swallowed hard, her voice barely above a whisper.“You’re as kind as the day I met you… When I thought the world had forgotten me.”A small, bittersweet smile tugged at the corners of the Mother Superior’s lips.“The world may forget, Sherah, but some of us remember.”Fallon wiped her tears, then left, wi
Ethan stared blankly at his phone, Fallon’s contact information glowing on the screen.He typed, deleted, retyped, then deleted again.“What the hell am I even supposed to say?” he muttered under his breath. ~Hi, I’ve been stalking my fiancée’s shopping trips just to run into you accidentally? That won’t sound creepy at all.~ He thought to himself mockingly. Across from him, Madam Farwell, still flipping through her planner, finally closed it with a quiet snap. She watched her grandson with careful eyes.“Is something wrong?” she asked gently. “You came here unannounced, asked for Fallon’s number… and now that I’ve given it to you, you look more troubled than ever.”Ethan shook his head, forcing a smile. “It’s nothing, Grandma.”He leaned over and kissed her forehead, then glanced at his phone like it had just buzzed with urgency. “Actually, I forgot I'd got a meeting with some new investors. I should go.”Before she could reply, he was out the door.CONCURRENTLY, in Farwell Group – C
In the KINGSLEY RESIDENCE, Fallon's room. Nathan paced near the bed, worry etched across his face as Fallon sat up slowly, pale and shaken from the earlier episode. An on-call doctor had just left after running basic checks, and now the room was quiet, too quiet.“Are you okay now?” Nathan asks in concern.She nods. “Didn’t you hear the doctor? I just need some rest.” Nathan frowns, “Let’s go to the hospital tomorrow. Full scan. Blood work. MRI, everything,” he suggests with concern. Fallon nodded, “I’ll go on my own.” She held his hand assuringly, “No need for you to worry about me. This is just stress.”He blinked. “What do you mean?”“I told you before that Sophia… She’s wearing me out,” she explains playfully. “She’s too much to handle."He hesitated, clearly torn, but nodded slowly. “Alright. But you call me if anything happens.”She reached up and cupped his face gently, a flicker of guilt in her eyes. “Promise.”THE NEXT DAY…Mount Sinai Hospital…"I don’t like this. You col
Fallon’s behavior left Ethan utterly mystified.Her name lived rent-free in his mind, echoing through his thoughts and keeping him wide awake each night.Her handwriting, the way she cooked, even the coffee she made all reminded him achingly of Sherah.Despite the overwhelming urge to dig deeper, he held himself back. Fallon had already been caught in the crossfire once. The last thing he wanted was to paint a target on her back. He knew too well what happened to those who got too close.Unaware, of course, that the very woman he longed to protect was the one orchestrating everything from the shadows.Still, the desire to see her again clawed at him. He couldn’t silence it. So he devised a plan, a carefully crafted “coincidence.” And the key to executing it was Sophia.If Sophia went shopping with Fallon, Ethan would just happen to be nearby. Casual. Coincidental. Just enough to slip into Fallon’s life without drawing suspicion.The thought kept him up for nights. He tossed and turned,
“WITH A BANG?”Fallon’s playful words echoed in Nathan’s mind.“What is she thinking?” he muttered.Suddenly, his burner phone rang.Area code: 744—Acapulco, Mexico.Nathan pinched the bridge of his nose. “What kind of trouble do you have for me today, Detective Scott?” he uttered with a mix of irritation and curiosity.He answered the call, but before he could speak, the man on the other end blurted out,“Boss, my cover’s blown. He saw me—I think he knows.”Nathan shot up from his seat, slamming his hand on the table. “What!?” he shouted. “Did he say anything?”“Yes,” the man replied—and the next words Nathan heard fascinated him.Shortly after, the call ended. Nathan slowly sank back into his seat, an odd sense of ease settling in his chest.His eyes fell on a handkerchief Fallon had accidentally left behind. He squinted, deep in thought.“I should tell her now,” he whispered to himself.He grabbed his work phone and sent her a text:“Wait for me in the parking lot.”MEANWHILE.Fallo
In the Farwell Group Head Office.On the CEO Floor.Sophia walked with purpose.Today wasn’t about business. Today was personal.Dressed in an elegant navy coatdress and heels sharp enough to pierce glass, she stepped into Farwell Group’s headquarters like she already owned it. She wasn’t here as Walton Unlimited’s liaison officer, she was here as Ethan Farwell’s fiancée.The future Mrs. Farwell.And she wanted everyone to see it.To accept it.To forget the first wife.That name still lingered like an unwelcome ghost. Employees still whispered it. Some still spared glances at the portrait in the founder’s wing, quiet reverence for a woman long gone.Sophia noticed. She always noticed.“Sherah’s memory ends today,” she whispered under her breath, her tone low and eerie.She stepped onto the CEO floor and was immediately intercepted.“Miss Hawke,” Noel said carefully, positioning himself in front of the office door. “Mr. Farwell is in back-to-back meetings. He doesn't want to be disturb
Fallon moved through her day like a ghost, efficient, poised, unreadable. By the time the sun dipped behind the cold New York skyline, she had locked herself inside Nathan’s private office, the room softly humming with surveillance feeds from Nathan's CLO office.She navigated through hours of recorded footage. Most of it was mundane: meetings, empty chairs, Nathan pacing during late calls. It was a safety measure, those hidden cameras, installed not to spy but to guard. Guard their secrets.Until something caught her eye.The timestamp was weeks old. The sound is grainy. The footage showed Ethan walking, tense, brisk, and demanding.“Two scoops of coffee, one scoop of cream, two scoops of sugar.”Fallon didn’t realize the words had left her mouth until they did.“Two scoops of coffee, one scoop of cream, two scoops of sugar…”She laughed softly.“You forgot to tell him the temperature.”Her voice dropped to a whisper.“It should be exactly 200 Fahrenheit, so the coffee will be strong
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 b