Damien's POVI sat quietly in my office on a Thursday morning, drifting away with thought.My phone suddenly beeps. “Official Invitation – Guest Host for Willow Creek Elementary Annual Talent Contest.”I scanned through the message and raised a brow. “Hmmmm, this school once partnered with one of the charity foundations I had supported years ago. It would be good PR to attend, a good way to distract myself from the awkward air that still lingered after my return to Houston.” I mutteredSophie's POVEthan's school contest day finally arrived.The school auditorium was bright and packed with excited parents, teachers, students, and guests. The energy buzzed with innocent joy and nervous tension as Damien arrived in a dark blue suit, sunglasses shielding his eyes from the sun and unnecessary attention.I watched Damien arrive at the school auditorium earlier than expected.The staff members rushed to welcome him, some clearly starstruck, others professionally composed.He nodded in
I held the envelope in my trembling hands.The handwriting was painfully familiar.Sharp, bold, and masculine.It was Damien’s.I swallowed hard as my heart slammed against my ribs.I shouldn’t open it.I shouldn’t even be holding it.But curiosity was already gnawing at me.And my past had a way of breaking through no matter how tightly I tried to seal it.I unfolded the letter slowly.My hands shook so much that the paper nearly slipped.The first words hit me like a blade through my chest.“Sophie, if you ever read this, it means I was too much of a coward to face you. I disappeared when I should have stayed. I left when I should have fought. I hurt you in ways I can never forgive myself for.”Tears pricked my eyes.His voice came alive in every word.I could almost hear him speaking, deep and steady, but with that hidden vulnerability I once caught glimpses of.I read further.“That night… it was not just a mistake. It was the most real moment of my life. You were more than a
Lucas received a call from his father early that morning, his voice filled with urgency and restrained excitement.He looked at me across the breakfast table and said, "Damien is back."My hand froze mid-air, toast inches from my mouth, my heartbeat thundering in my ears.I swallowed hard, not the toast, but the lump rising in my throat."We’re going to the mansion tonight. There’s a welcome party," Lucas added, oblivious to the storm brewing behind my eyes.I forced a smile and nodded, my fingers trembling slightly as I reached for my juice.The day moved slowly, each tick of the clock dragging me closer to a moment I wasn't prepared for.I dressed carefully, choosing a pale blue gown Lucas loved, trying to look composed while my insides churned.Lucas held my hand as we entered the grand mansion, already brimming with family members and music.The lights glittered overhead like stars, and the hum of laughter filled the air.I kept my grip tight on Lucas, searching every corner, ever
I stare at the open planner in front of me, the word "wedding" scrawled in gold ink like it's a fairytale.My hand trembles slightly as I write down the florist’s number.I should be happy.I should be dancing in place, calling Kattie with excited squeals, and trying on dresses like a dreamer.Instead, I feel like I’m lying to a man who loves me completely.Lucas hums in the kitchen, making breakfast like it’s his personal love language.Ethan laughs in the living room, yelling about missing socks and orange juice.I sip my coffee and pretend I don’t feel like a fraud.Lucas returns with a smile and kisses my cheek like I’m his whole future.“You’ve been quiet,” he says, brushing my shoulder.I lie again. “Just wedding nerves.”He smiles wider and presses a kiss to my forehead. “You’ve got this.”I wish I believed that.The truth about Ethan claws at my chest like a buried ghost screaming for air.I write in my journal every night, half hoping the ink will swallow the guilt.Lucas is
I stood by the glass wall in the office, my ring catching the sunlight like it had its little heartbeat.When I turned, all eyes were on me.“I said yes,” I whispered.There was a pause—like the moment before a balloon bursts.Then came the cheers.Marcy squealed first. Michael clapped. Sharon gasped and threw her hands in the air.Ms. Morris walked up to me with tears in her eyes.She pulled me into a tight hug.“You deserve this, Sophie,” she whispered. “You deserve to be loved like that.”I smiled.Because I hadn’t told him.Because I was still hiding Ethan’s truth.Because the ring on my finger came with a weight in my chest.Lucas sent me a message: “Lunch at our spot?”I texted back: “Yes. Can’t wait.”Ethan danced around the kitchen that night when I told him.“You’re going to marry Lukey?” he shouted.“Yeah, sweetheart,” I said, laughing. “I think we’re ready.”He hugged me so tight I felt my ribs press together.He didn’t call him Lukey this time.He said, “I’m so happy you’r
"Close your eyes, Sophie." I raised a brow, half-smiling. "Lucas, if this ends in a bird swooping at my face, I swear on my life that I'm throwing you off this rooftop." He chuckled low behind me. I could feel the warmth of his palms as he closed over my eyes. "It won't. I promise. No birds. Just… trust me." And strangely, I did. The wind hummed against my skin, cold and unchanging as we climbed the final steps. I could tell by the resonance of our footsteps and the change in air pressure that we were high—rooftop high. Familiar. "This is like déjà vu," I whispered as he urged me forward, slow and careful. "Because it is," he whispered back. "Now… open." I opened my eyes. And gasped. The rooftop was different. Dozens of small candles burned in a huge ring, casting a warm circle around one small table with two chairs and a platter of chocolate-dipped strawberries—my favorite, though I'd never voiced it out loud. Fairy lights strung along the railing, reflecting up