Mag-log inThe first thing Tara did when she walked into the hospital that morning was sanitize her hands. It had become muscle memory by now, the automatic press of the dispenser, the sharp scent of alcohol, the way she rubbed her palms together until the sting faded. Some habits never left you, no matter how tired you were.The short break had helped more than she expected. A few days away from the fluorescent lights, screaming monitors, crying families, and endless charts had reminded her how much she needed to be away from here for a while. She had slept like she had no worry in the world. She had eaten the best home cooked meals and spending time with Daniel changed a whole lot of things for her. She was glowing.She stepped into the nurses’ station, dropped her bag into her locker, slipped into her scrubs, and tied her hair back neatly. Today was going to be a very busy day and she had a dinner date with Daniel and some of his friends after work.“Welcome back, Tara,” Lisa said,one of the
SnowBrook Brandon’s phone buzzed just as he was tying his boots. Jamie’s name flashed across the screen.“Where are you?” Jamie asked immediately.“At home. Why?”“The match is starting soon. Can you stop by the supermarket and get beer on your way? We’re out.”Brandon glanced at the time. “Yeah. Anything else?”“Just beer. Whatever brand you see.”“Alright. I’ll be there in a bit.”Brandon grabbed his jacket and headed out. Snowbrook was unusually busy for the season. Outside, people clustered in little groups like they always did when something interesting was going on. Snowbrook loved gossip. It thrived on it.He didn’t think much of it until he got to the supermarket.The place smelled like bread, cleaning supplies, and cheap perfume. Brandon walked straight to the drinks aisle, grabbed two packs of beer, and turned toward the checkout.That was when he heard it.Two older women stood behind him in line, carts half-full, voices low but not low enough.“I’m telling you, it’s him,”
SnowbrookCynthia stood in front of the mirror, adjusting her dress for the third time. It wasn’t that the dress didn’t fit, but she wanted to look flawless and perfect today. It was an olive satin backless gown, but it didn't really matter because she would be wearing a jacket over it. She already went to the salon earlier to get her nails and hair done. Jamie has been looking at her funny the whole day, but she paid absolutely no attention to him.Her phone vibrated and she saw that it was a message from Evan. He offered to come pick her up but she insisted she'll meet him at the restaurant. Evan Brook was her high school sweetheart, that was before she met Jamie. She could still remember how both men fought tooth and nail for her. Evan, who had more advantage, being from the most influential and powerful family in SnowBrook, did everything to make Jamie's life miserable. After Cynthia picked Jamie over him, he left SnowBrook for college.She opened his message and smiled.Evan: H
Melody walked to the bathroom the next morning feeling sore, as she washed her face and started back at her reflection, she looked sick. Her eyes were red and her voice was hoarse for crying herself to sleep, her body feeling heavier than it should. It was still cold outside so she wore something very thick and turned on the room heater. She should have been having a great time, but thanks to her inability to not ruin things, she was already having a shitty morning. She checked her phone again, still no calls and the only message she had was the one from her bank.Yesterday’s words kept repeating in her head, loud and sharp. She had said them. She had told Logan she loved him for money and comfort. She had told him she didn’t care. And she had meant none of it. None of it.Her chest tightened as the guilt rolled over her like waves, relentless and punishing. She had replayed every gesture, every conversation, every time he had smiled at her, gone out of his way for her, treated her l
Logan’s hands trembled slightly as he obeyed, peeling off his shirt and loosening his belt. Hanni’s eyes never left him, dark and playful, daring him, teasing him, challenging him all at once. She moved with a grace that was hypnotic, like she owned the space, like she owned him.“Good boy,” she whispered, her voice low and husky, sending a shiver down his spine. She stepped closer, her robe parting just enough to reveal the lace beneath. “You look too tense… let me take care of that.”Before he could respond, she pressed herself against him, her warmth searing against his chest. Her hands were bold, roaming, commanding attention, and yet every touch was electric, like fire dancing over his skin. Logan’s head fell back instinctively, his lips parting, caught somewhere between a groan and a gasp.Hanni chuckled softly, a sound that was both teasing and dangerous. “Relax,” she murmured, brushing a strand of hair from his face. “I’ve got you. All of you.”He couldn’t help but notice the
Logan knew he shouldn’t be anywhere near Hanni. That truth had followed him the moment he left Melody in the bedroom, the echo of her words still ringing in his ears like a cruel joke he couldn’t shake. ‘I loved the money, the comfort that comes from being around you and that’s all.’ He replayed it over and over, each time it sounded just as devastating as the first.Melody wasn’t like that, she never had been. There was something different about her, she wasn't like other girls. She wasn't one to draw attention to herself, she listened to everyone and considered everyone to be equal. She didn’t cling to labels or status. She didn’t ask for things. Hell, half the time he had to convince her to accept what he offered. That wasn’t a woman driven by money. That wasn’t a woman who loved convenience.She was lying and she was doing it just to get back at him, to punish him for his mistakes yesterday. If the roles were reversed, he would’ve done the same.The thought didn’t make it hurt an







