Will Sherah be truly free from her marriage to Ethan? Will Sherah's plans of leaving New York for good be a success? Or will Sophia finally achieve her goal and eliminate Sherah for good? ***DON'T FORGET TO ADD THE STORY TO YOUR LIBRARY, #Comment #Like #SUPPORT #SherahHawke #EthanFarwell Feel free to check my other stories here: Hey, Stranger! Goodbye My Love & Alpha's Last Chance
“It's the 30th day and Ethan should respond to my petition. It's also his birthday next week…” Sherah gasped. “... So it would be a double celebration for him.” She muttered to herself while sweeping the dog hairs on the floor.She then remembered the gloves that she was supposed to be knitting for him and the cake she was planning to bake for the special day. The memory made her smile bitterly. “Good days,” she whispered as she slowly dripped in nostalgia for the love she used to believe. She sighed deeply. “Now here we are.” She kept on muttering as the chaos in her mind slowly drowned by the constant barking of the dogs waiting patiently for their owners to pick them up.—Then an icy, arrogant female voice echoed in the Pet Salon.“So… this is what you do now?” Rebecca Hawke uttered while glancing around the store with a judgmental gaze expensive bag in hand, wearing a coat that cost more than Sherah’s annual income. Sherah didn’t even bother to look at Rebecca. “Of course, the pa
The next day, early in the morning, the new divorce documents are sent to Sherah’s apartment. She hurriedly opened the brown envelope to check the terms Ethan had insisted on adding. Sherah’s eyes widened and her hands trembled as she read through the document. “An apartment in Manhattan, money worth $3,000,000, and 2% shares in Farwell Group. Is he insane?” She questioned.She then flipped the document and searched for Ethan’s signature—he didn’t sign. She bit her lip, “Is this another game of yours, Ethan? Why can’t you just leave me alone?” She thumbed through the documents once again and, aside from Ethan’s lack of signature, she saw the address of the Manhattan apartment. “What the heck?” She muttered as she searched for the exact location of the property using her phone, “15 minutes away from the Farwell Villa. This man is playing me," she uttered while pinching the bridge of her nose. “This needs to end now.” She whispered as she caressed her belly. She could feel her baby
The door burst open with a sudden clatter, immediately drawing Ethan and Sherah’s attention. Noel stepped in briskly, trailed by an elegant older woman in her late fifties whose refined demeanor softened the disruption. “Sorry to intrude,” Noel announced, his tone apologetic yet brisk. “Sir, Madam Kingsley forgot something in your office.”Madam Kingsley herself entered next, her face etched with a mix of concern and urgency. “I seem to have lost my bracelet during our meeting,” she declared, her distinct Aussie accent lending an air of elegance to her long blonde hair, hazel eyes, and sun-kissed skin. Her eyes scanned the room as if expecting the missing item to materialize.Sherah glanced around and spotted a dazzling diamond bracelet resting in the corner of the sofa. “I believe this is yours, Madam Kingsley,” she said softly as she extended the bracelet with care. Ethan grinned as he observed the transformation in the usually aloof, meticulous shareholder—her stern façade melting e
At New York Medical Hospital, inside Eliot’s office, Sherah sat quietly, her head lowered, eyes full of sorrow as she cradled a cup of tea.“It’s strange, isn’t it?” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. “How someone can get so close to your heart without you even realizing... they’re slowly squeezing the life out of you with every beat.”Eliot’s breath caught. He didn’t know how to respond.Sherah noticed his discomfort and let out a soft, teary giggle. She squinted, fighting the tears threatening to fall. “Enough of the sadness,” she said, setting the cup down carefully. “Thank you for meeting me at such short notice. I know you’re always busy.” She forced a small smile. “Doctors always are, aren’t they?” She asks playfully.Eliot nodded, the corners of his lips lifting as he reached out and gently patted her hand. The simple gesture made Sherah feel safe, secure, and seen. She noticed his hand was colder than usual, and for some reason, her mind drifted to the gloves she h
In a Manhattan penthouse inside a well-lit home office stood the mysterious woman and her son. Staring at the information they have gathered over the months regarding the Hawke Family, Ethan Farwell, and everything who knew them.Their photos were posted on a white wall with personal information underneath their names. Like detectives trying to catch a criminal.Their likes, dislikes, friends, everything they could get a hold of, everything they could use in the incoming attack they are planning. Amidst everything, one photo stood out, circled in red pen, and was connected to both families ~Sherah~ the person that lawfully intertwined between Ethan and the Hawke Family.“The unwilling victim,” the man says while looking at Sherah’s photo.The woman hummed, “So Sherah is carrying Ethan Farwell’s heir or heiress, and he had no idea about it.” The mysterious woman commented. “Is this intel—” She hadn’t finished speaking when her son cut her off. “—Yes mother, it took me a hefty amount
The next day.Sunday morning. As Silas planned, they drove to Ethan’s home. The grand gates of Farwell Villa slowly creaked open as a sleek black car rolled in. Sophia stepped out first, followed by her parents. But today, she looked… different.Gone were her designer dresses and heavy makeup. Instead, she wore a simple cream blouse tucked into high-waisted jeans, her hair tied loosely in a ponytail. Her face was bare, save for a light tint on her lips—natural, almost unrecognizable. She had studied Sherah well, mimicking not just her simplicity, but the calm fire that always rested behind her amber eyes.Ethan, standing by the veranda, froze when he saw her. His jaw tightened, unsure of what stunt she was about to pull now.“Ethan,” Sophia called softly, her voice steady—so unlike the usual shrillness he’d grown used to. “Can I have a moment?” She glanced at her parents, signaling them to wait by the door. Silas and Rebecca exchanged looks but obeyed.Ethan nodded stiffly. “Speak.”
“How did it go?” Rebecca asked in concern as Sophia entered the car.She sat joining them in the passenger seat, head lowered, staring intensely at her shaking hands. Silas held his daughter's shoulder, nudging her slightly as she looked like she was in a trance. “Talk to us, Sophia.” He expressed worriedly.She lifted her gaze to meet her parents. “It… It went well…” She uttered, but there was no glee in her tone.Rebecca and Silas sigh deeply but notice the unease on their daughter’s face.“Is there something wrong?” Silas finally asks while shooting a glance at the driver to start driving. Rebecca and Silas waited for their daughter's answer.She shrugs. She couldn’t believe it worked. She couldn’t believe she needed to be Sherah to win Ethan back—the man who used to worship the ground where she stood: back when they were in high school. “I… Just… I don’t know how long I can take this… Wearing this type of clothing, little to no makeup, and imitating that good-for-nothing bumpkin.
In the blink of an eye, Ethan’s birthday arrived. The grand party Sophia originally envisioned—250 guests, a grand ballroom, and flashing cameras—had been scaled down. Now, it was an intimate 50-guest gathering in a VVIP room of a Michelin-starred Italian restaurant in Manhattan. Still, the venue shimmered with expensive lights, a picture of luxury and perfection. Sophia floated through the crowd with her extravagant white princess ball gown—she looks more like a bride than a host.She kept smiling sweetly and greeting everyone, but her eyes kept darting toward the clock. Everything was set—guests, exquisite food, flowing drinks, and most importantly, the special surprise Sophia had arranged: the discreet presence of the press and bloggers, ready for the perfect shot. In just a week, Sophia’s carefully constructed mask of grace had cracked. Gone were the morals she tried so hard to mimic. What remained was her true, calculating self. The plan was simple—once Ethan was drunk eno
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 distur
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
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 gla
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 sit
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 t