Megra“Nathaniel!” I scream, my voice tearing through the chaos as he bursts into the living room, Andrew right behind him. Smoke fills the air, thick and suffocating, and for a moment, all I can see are their silhouettes moving through the haze. My heart leaps with desperate, wild hope. They’ve come for me. They’ve come to save me.Becca’s laugh slices through the air, sharp and cold. Her eyes, wild with madness, flick from Nathaniel to me, and her lips curl into a sinister smile. “You see?” she snarls, her voice dripping with venom. “Even now, even in the face of danger, they run to you. Everyone runs to you, like moths to a flame. Well, then, they deserve your fate.”I watch, my breath catching in my throat, as she pulls a lighter from her pocket, the small flame flickering in the dim light. Fear claws at my insides. “Becca, no!” I shout, but she’s not listening. Her eyes are fixed on Nathaniel and Andrew, her hand steady as she holds the lighter.“Get back!” Becca screams, her voi
MegraThe world around me is blurry, shifting in and out of focus. I blink slowly, trying to clear my vision. The ceiling above me is white, harshly bright against my eyes. I feel heavy, like I'm sinking into the hospital bed beneath me. My head throbs, my body aches, and every breath feels like it takes more effort than the last. I hear a steady beep—machines. I’m in a hospital.I remember flames, smoke, Becca's twisted smile. My chest tightens as I recall Nathaniel rushing into the fire. "Nathaniel?" I croak out, my voice barely a whisper, dry and cracked. Panic surges through me, tightening my throat. I try to sit up, but my body protests. "Nathaniel?"A familiar voice, gentle and soothing, cuts through the fog of my thoughts. "He’s fine, my darling." I turn my head slowly, and there she is—Liza, standing beside me. Her face is calm, but I can see the worry in her eyes.“Liza…” I manage, my voice weak. “Where is he? I have to see him. I have to know he’s okay.”She steps closer, ta
MegraIt's been a few days since the fire, since Becca's death. I should feel lighter, like a weight has been lifted off my shoulders, but instead, there's a different heaviness inside me. I can't quite name it—grief, guilt, relief, maybe all of them tangled together. I stand in front of the mirror, staring at my reflection. Mia is perched on the vanity, watching me with her bright eyes. I meet her gaze in the mirror, offering a small smile, though it doesn’t quite reach my eyes.I pick up a small powder puff and begin to dab it gently against my cheeks. The cool, smooth texture of the powder calms me slightly, a welcome distraction from the storm of emotions swirling inside me. Nathaniel is home now, his health restored, his body healing. I’m grateful for that. The newspapers have been full of stories about his heroics, praising him for his bravery. The police cleared his name after searching Becca’s apartment. They found her journals, her twisted plans. It’s all out in the open now.
MegraMusic floats in the air, soft and melodious, filling the room with a sense of calm and joy. I take in a deep breath, letting the sound settle into my bones, feeling its soothing rhythm steady my racing heart. It’s been a year—one long, tumultuous year since everything happened with Becca. A year of healing, of working to forget the chaos Nathaniel and I faced. A year of finding peace, of finding ourselves, of watching Nathaniel become the most wonderful father to the most beautiful daughter.I close my eyes for a moment, holding on to the feeling of peace. When I open them again, I’m staring at myself in the mirror. My eyes glisten with tears as I take in my reflection—my wedding gown flowing around me like a cascade of dreams. It’s the most beautiful dress I’ve ever seen, pure white and delicate, with lace that trails down to the floor. I feel like a princess, like the heroine of a story I once dreamed about but never thought would come true.“Oh my gosh, Megra, you look amazin
Epilogue MegraWe stand quietly in front of my mother’s gravestone, feeling the earth beneath my feet solid and cool, like an anchor to this moment. The air is still, the sky washed in muted shades of grey as though the world is holding its breath with me. My eyes trace the familiar letters etched into the smooth stone:**Iris Adams** **Loving Mother, Wife, Daughter, and Sister.**The words feel heavier than usual today, each title pulling me back into memories I’ve spent years trying to bury. There’s something so final about seeing her name like this. My mother. The one person who was always there for me, always strong, always protecting me. And yet, she carried so many secrets. I think about the life she left behind to raise me on her own—the family I only just found out about. All that time, it was just the two of us. She gave up so much, not for herself but for me.A gust of wind stirs the leaves around the graveyard, and I close my eyes, letting the cool air brush against my ski
I jump out of the taxi in a rush to get to my house. I can feel the butterflies in my stomach. I have never been so excited or happy. Today will be the beginning of my happily ever after, and I am ready.I had gotten a tip that Andrew would be proposing, and I want to make it special. It has been three years since he walked into my life. He was tall, with brown eyes, and accomplished. I could not believe it when he asked me to be his girlfriend. I run for the elevator as soon as I enter our building. I can't stop thinking about everything I need to get done.I could already picture him kneeling with a ring in his hands. It is going to be wonderful tonight.I hurriedly walk out of the elevator to our fifteenth-floor apartment. I open the door, and my heart drops. I can feel the blood draining from my face. My gaze is fixed on the clothes that are scattered all over the floor.This is not possible. Not on our anniversary. Today, Andrew was meant to pop the question and ask me to marry h
I run out of the building, tears still streaming down my face. I can still picture Andrew's cold reaction. I can still see him and Becca in my bed. I feel my heart pounding, fighting to escape my chest. I cannot think straight.I can feel a hand on my shoulder.“Miss megra?” “Are you okay?”I lift my face to see Matthew, the security guard, staring at me. Worry is written all over him.I look around, and people have surrounded me.The security guard stretches his hand to help me up. I must have been so distraught that I sat down on the curb."Can you call me a taxi, Matthew?" I ask, wiping away my tears. He shakes his head and brings me back to the lobby.The cab ride is silent, and I am left to my thoughts. How can I be so blind and naive? When Becca introduced me to Andrew, I wondered why the two had not gotten together. I always wondered why he chose me over her; she was undeniably gorgeous. I now have my answer. I was being played. I was the fool in this story. The amateur porn I
I wake up to the rich aroma of freshly roasted coffee, accompanied by a throbbing headache. Slowly opening my eyes, I find myself in an unfamiliar space. It takes me a moment to remember Andrew, and my heart shatters all over again. It feels like someone is driving a hand through my chest and ripping my heart through it. With the wreckage of my life now in full view, tears start rushing down my face. I can feel the pain throughout my body. I see Becca and Andrew wrapped in their passion every time I close my eyes.I reach for my bag. I needed to find out if Andrew had bothered to reach out. I need to know if he was sorry. If he knew how much he hurt me, maybe he wanted me back home. Nothing. He had not called me. I fix my eyes on the yellow pill bottle. The pain is too much. I could just end it—end my misery. No, that will let them win.Sliding back into the king-sized bed, I attempt to look for comfort in the sheets that are wrapped around my body. I wonder what else transpired the n