Is it already too late for Ethan to go back to Sherah? Or are these feelings just a product of the alcohol clouding his judgment? ***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
Ethan’s car skidded through the empty streets until it screeched to a stop outside Sherah’s apartment. He stared up at her floor, noticing the darkness—no lights, no shadows. A curse slipped past his lips as realization sank in. "She’s probably still at work," he muttered. With frustration clawing at him, Ethan gripped the steering wheel tightly. Without thinking, he jerked the car back into gear and drove straight to the small pizza place. His heart pounded as soon as he spotted her inside, mopping the floor. Sherah’s expression was exhausted, but there was a certain peace in her eyes that cut Ethan deeper than he expected. He reached for the car door, ready to storm in when another figure appeared. —Eliot. The man’s face lit up at the sight of her. Sherah smiled back—a genuine, warm smile Ethan hadn’t seen in months. “Am I too early to pick you up?” Eliot asked politely. Sherah glanced at her watch. “Five minutes,” she replied, quickly setting the mop aside and wiping he
Sherah drove through the quiet streets, the cold night air sweeping through the open windows. She gripped the steering wheel tightly, stealing glances at Ethan slumped against the passenger seat, his head resting awkwardly against the window but his hand softly holding her leg as if he was afraid to wake up, without her by his side. The night was silent, save for the soft hum of the engine and Ethan’s occasional, muffled snores. Sherah couldn’t help but shake her head, a small, almost fond smile tugging at her lips.She had left the windows wide open, letting the crisp air cut through the lingering scent of alcohol. She didn’t want the stench of it—of tonight—to stay with her.As the car finally pulled into the circular driveway of Farwell Villa, the massive estate loomed ahead, grand and imposing under the pale moonlight. Sherah shifted the car into the park and sat there for a moment, staring at the man beside her.Ethan was fast asleep. His breathing was steady, mouth slightly open
Ethan and Sherah lay on the bed they’d shared for over five years, the familiar space now heavy with memories. Ethan gently touched his reddening cheek and teased, “In two months, you have slapped me five times.” Sherah, glancing away, her cheeks slowly turning scarlet. “Ten.” She muttered softly. “What?” He asks in confusion as he can only remember five instances. “10 times. I secretly slapped you 5 times when you first got into my apartment and slept on my mattress,” she explains casually. He grunted, “That explains why my cheek hurt that time. I thought it was because of that thin mattress of yours.” He whispered pitifully. She frowned, “You deserve it.” She commented in conviction. He nods vigorously. “I do. I really do.” Sherah got up from the bed and headed to the door. “Where are you going? I thought you agreed to stay in the Villa for the night?”She stopped moving, then turned to face him. “I did. I’m going to the guest room.”“Why?” he asks in confusion.She smiled fa
~RRRRRINNNNG!~~RRRRRINNNNG!~~RRRRRINNNNG!~The sound of an alarm clock blares in Eliot’s apartment. Still half asleep, eyes still closed, Harlene blindly turns off the alarm clock on the bedside table. She’s about to get up from bed when suddenly Eliot grabs her arm and cuddles her back to bed.“There’s no point in getting up early. It's Sunday. Let’s sleep more.” He muttered in a raspy voice, and then his stomach started making a sound. She chuckles. “Seems like someone's hungry. How about I cook breakfast?”She suggested while planting a kiss on his forehead.“Then we eat.” She continued speaking, then kissed him on his cheeks. “Then we can return to sleep.” He grinned and then kissed her passionately on the lips. “Can I have dessert before breakfast?” he asked as he moved on top of her. Pinning her on the bed while kissing her neck.MEANWHILE, in Farwell Villa…Ethan extended his arm to the other side of the bed but no one was there.“Sher! Darling!” He called loudly as he qui
Ethan received a message from his private investigator, Brooke, with Eliot’s contact information.He dialed the number without delay, but Eliot was busy in bed with Harlene, and all of Ethan’s calls went unanswered.His face contorted with annoyance and concern, and without hesitation, he drove to Eliot’s apartment.Within 15 minutes, he arrived at a luxury apartment in upper Manhattan. He erratically and frantically pressed the doorbell repeatedly.When he didn’t hear any movements from inside. He starts banging on the door. “ELIOT!” He yelled. “ELIOT!” “Eliot! Open the damn door!”Soon Eliot hurriedly opened the door, still half-naked, his robe barely covering his chest. Ethan could see the hickeys on Eliot’s neck and chest and all he could see was red.He abandons all logic and reasoning. His jaw clenched in rage, he couldn't imagine his wife in bed with someone else. Eliot, on the other hand, grimaces in annoyance at the shock, “Ethan? What the heck are you doing here?” He as
Hello Readers,Chapter 62 will be the final update for March 2025.Content Warning: The upcoming chapters in April may include scenes depicting violence and other potentially distressing content. Reader discretion is advised. Please proceed with caution.See you on April 1.Lots of Love, Latton Ripley
Ethan and Eliot sat quietly in the living room.Ethan held his busted lip while staring at the scarf and pair of female gloves on the table beside a brown paper bag with the name ~Harlene~ written in Sherah's handwriting.Soon Harlene joined them. Her hair is still dripping wet from taking a shower. “What the fuck is happening here?” She asked the two men.Ethan lowered his head. He can’t look at her directly after almost seeing her naked. He turns his head to Eliot. “You have a girlfriend, and you're acting too friendly with my wife,” he accused.Eliot crossed his arms, “Soon to be ex-wife.” He corrected him. “And for your information… Sherah and I are just friends and this woman who deserves an apology is my fiancée.” He said with a stern voice.Harlene’s face blushed. This is the first time Eliot calls her his fiancée. She nods in agreement. “I can confirm they are only friends, and I’m friends with her too.” She chimed in. Ethan heaves deeply, then a light smile escapes his lip
Ethan, Eliot, and Harlene dialed everyone they knew to look for Sherah and there was one common question all the investigators asked. *When did you last see her?*Ethan, the last person she was with, was advised to check all the camera footage in and around the Farwell Villa so that the private investigator could create a timeline of her movements.Ethan agreed and hurriedly dialed the villa's guard to ask him to look at the camera. To his utmost dismay, the cameras were turned off that night for system maintenance. "I'm sorry, Sir. We don't have any footage for the last 24 hours." The guard uttered.Ethan disconnected the call without responding, “Shit!” he yelled in annoyance.Harlene and Eliot glance at each other, unsure how to deal with Ethan. They are uncertain what is safe to say around him, as the couple knows Sherah has been keeping her distance from him. Despite that, the couple could clearly see that Ethan’s concern for Sherah was genuine, and her disappearance without say
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