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The Past

Author: Sommy Pearl
last update Last Updated: 2025-08-19 19:23:13

Sebastian

Evelyn’s voice was like glass dragging across stone—sharp, cutting, impossible to ignore. “Do you see me?”

For a second, I couldn’t breathe. My pulse roared in my ears, louder than the city traffic outside. She was here. Evelyn. Alive. The ghost I had buried years ago now standing inches away, daring me to admit what no one was supposed to know.

I kept my face still, though inside everything thrashed. My fingers tightened around the cane in my hand, the only reminder of the role I had sworn never to drop. “You shouldn’t be here,” I managed, low and cold, though it sounded nothing like the calm control I usually wore.

Her laugh was soft, disbelieving, like she could already read the truth in the way I faltered. “Oh, Sebastian…” she murmured, stepping closer. “You’ve been pretending all this time. Blind? To me? To everything? Do you think you can keep hiding now?”

I felt my throat tighten. Amelia’s face flashed in my mind—her trust, her fragile safety in this house built on se
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    AmeliaOur legs dangled above the dark water, swinging back and forth in an easy rhythm. Neither of us spoke at first. The night air was cool against my damp clothes, and I hugged myself, shivering slightly, staring at the ripples below. “What happened?” Thea finally asked, her brows pinched together as she studied me. “How did you fall into the water? Did that man push you inside this time?” I glanced at her, and a soft smile broke through despite the ache in my chest. “So you remember that man?” “Why not?” she chuckled. “He’s such a jerk.” Her laugh was contagious, and mine slipped out, quiet and fragile. “It’s not him this time… but I would say it’s his fault.” “Really?” Her eyes widened in curiosity. I nodded, clutching the wet fabric of my skirt. “You see, once he took my ring and threw it into this very water. I’ve been searching for it ever since. Today, I finally saw it shining at the edge, and when I tried to reach for it… I lost my balance and fell in. I’m not much of

  • The Billionaire’s Pretty Wife   Saved Again!

    AmeliaI barely made it down the stairs before the sobs came harder, my vision blurred as I rushed through the living room. Rose’s little voice reached me almost immediately.“Mom? What happened? Why are you crying?”Her question was soft, innocent, but it only deepened the ache in my chest. I shook my head, pressing my hand over my mouth as though I could smother the tears. “I’m fine,” I lied hoarsely, though my voice cracked in the middle.Rose stood up from the couch, clutching that pink teddy bear against her chest, worry painted all over her face. “Then why are you—”“Don’t follow me,” I cut in, sharper than I meant to. My throat tightened when I saw her flinch, but I couldn’t stop. If I stayed, I’d fall apart in front of her. “Please, Rose. Just… stay here.”Without another word, I turned and grabbed my coat from the stand, fumbling as I shoved my arms through the sleeves. My hands were trembling so badly I nearly dropped the keys.“Mom!” Rose called again, her small feet paddin

  • The Billionaire’s Pretty Wife   His Regret

    SebastianI stood under the shower, letting the water run over my body while my mind drifted far from the warmth. My hand rested on the glass before me, cold against my skin, as thoughts pressed in. That letter… I couldn’t push it away. The words looked as though a child had written them, uneven and playful, but I knew that handwriting. It belonged to someone else I once knew better than anyone—Evelyn, my ex-partner.The thought sat heavy in my chest. I shook my head under the spray, forcing the water into my face, trying to wash the possibility away. No. It couldn’t be. Maybe I was overreacting, connecting threads that weren’t even there. Still, the unease clawed at me.When I finished, I dried off and left the bathroom, pulling on clean clothes before sitting down on the edge of the bed. My phone felt oddly heavy in my hand as I scrolled. I couldn’t even remember Evelyn’s username anymore; I had unfollowed her the moment she walked out of my life. Still, I tried searching fragments

  • The Billionaire’s Pretty Wife   The Silence

    AmeliaThe steam clung to my skin as I stepped out of the bathroom, humming softly to myself. I hadn’t even bothered to wrap a towel—I thought I was alone. The last thing I expected was to find Sebastian sitting there, shirtless, his expression unreadable.I froze. My breath caught, my heart slammed against my ribs, and before I could stop myself, a sharp gasp escaped my lips. “Sebastian!”My hands instinctively shot down to cover myself, heat flooding my face. Of all the reckless things I could’ve done… how could I walk out like this? My body was still dripping from the shower, bare, exposed, and though I knew he couldn’t see me, shame seared every inch of my skin.But he just sat there, calm, composed, like nothing was out of place. His steady stillness unsettled me even more. He didn’t turn away, didn’t flinch—he only let out a soft sigh, as though the weight of the world pressed heavier than my sudden appearance.I scrambled for the nearest towel, fumbling to wrap it around me, my

  • The Billionaire’s Pretty Wife   The Past

    SebastianEvelyn’s voice was like glass dragging across stone—sharp, cutting, impossible to ignore. “Do you see me?”For a second, I couldn’t breathe. My pulse roared in my ears, louder than the city traffic outside. She was here. Evelyn. Alive. The ghost I had buried years ago now standing inches away, daring me to admit what no one was supposed to know.I kept my face still, though inside everything thrashed. My fingers tightened around the cane in my hand, the only reminder of the role I had sworn never to drop. “You shouldn’t be here,” I managed, low and cold, though it sounded nothing like the calm control I usually wore.Her laugh was soft, disbelieving, like she could already read the truth in the way I faltered. “Oh, Sebastian…” she murmured, stepping closer. “You’ve been pretending all this time. Blind? To me? To everything? Do you think you can keep hiding now?”I felt my throat tighten. Amelia’s face flashed in my mind—her trust, her fragile safety in this house built on se

  • The Billionaire’s Pretty Wife   Why Her?

    SebastianIt’s been a week, and I’m still showing up at work every day with a white cane in one hand and a lie in the other. Pretending I can’t see has become more exhausting than actually being blind ever was.At least back then, I didn’t have to fake the struggle—it was real. Now I have to remember not to glance too quickly, not to react to anything visual, not to look anyone in the eye unless I miss on purpose. I walk into meetings guided by habit and memory, but also by the dull ache of guilt pressing behind my ribs.The weight has been heavier since my father died. I don’t talk about it, not to Amelia, not to Rose, not even to Simon, but it gutted me. He was complicated, somewhat flawed, yes, but he was still my father. And now that he’s gone, the sharks have started circling.The board of directors never wanted me here. They tolerated me when he was alive, when he still had the final say, but now they’re just looking for a reason to rip me off the seat. My blindness is the excus

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