When Carmen pulled into the driveway, she noticed Cody's car parked outside. She felt a rush of excitement -maybe he'd come back early to surprise her too. But then, why didn't he text? Maybe his phone was switched off, or maybe he didn't want to ruin the surprise. That was all that was going on in her head.
But as she stepped into the house, all her excitement turned into confusion. The living room was a mess. The arrangements she'd worked so hard to set up were scattered across the floor, some of them crushed and torn apart. The fairy lights she had painstakingly worked so hard to put up were all shattered, their glass shards glinting like broken dreams on the carpet because that was what they were right now. The dining table was overturned, and the cake she'd ordered- a three-tiered masterpiece adorned with delicate sugar roses-was smashed to pieces on the floor. But that wasn't what made her chest ache like it had been caved in. It was the photo album she had entrusted to Millie that left her utterly stunned. The pictures of her and Cody had been ripped to shreds. "What happened here?" she murmured, shock washing over her. "Millie..." She stepped over the petals and candles, moving through the wreckage with growing dread. As she climbed the stairs, she heard faint sounds from their bedroom: her heart pounded in her chest. She knew those sounds, those voices, though she didn't want to believe what her mind was piecing together. With a trembling hand, she reached for the door and slowly pushed it open. Her world, shattered. There, in her own bed, was Cody, tangled up with Millie, her best friend, oblivious to Carmen's horrified gaze. They were so absorbed in each other they didn't notice her standing there. "No, no, no, no... Cody!" Carmen's voice was barely a whisper, filled with pain and disbelief, yet it was enough to snap them out of their position. Both Cody and Millie looked up, startled, their expressions freezing as they met Carmen's tear-filled eyes. "Carmen...I-I can explain." Cody stammered, his face going pale. Millie, however, looked unbothered, a satisfied smirk tugging at her lips as she pulled herself away from him. "Oh, hey, Cam. You're home early." Carmen's gaze shifted from Cody to Millie, her heart shattering into pieces as she absorbed the sight before her of the two people she had trusted the most in the world. "How...how could you?" Carmen choked, her voice breaking as she clutched the door frame to steady herself. Her legs felt weak, and her chest ached. She could hardly comprehend anything, all she saw was read. Cody struggled to find words, guilt flashing across his face. He hadn't even expected Carmen to come home from work so early, but he remained silent. Millie, however, rolled her eyes unfazed. She knew Carmen would come back early, and she intentionally scattered everything. She was tired of hiding her feelings for Cody. "Oh, come on, Cam," Millie said dismissively, shrugging as if the whole scene was an inconvenience. "It's not like you didn't see this coming." Carmen's hands clenched into fists, and hurt burning through her veins as she looked at Millie. "You were my friend. My best friend! You helped me arrange, you helped me select gifts for him..." Millie laughed, a cold, mocking sound. "Yeah, well, some things are just worth more than friendship, don't you think?" Carmen's hands clenched into fists, anger burning through her veins as she looked at Millie. "You were my friend. My best friend!" Millie laughed, a cold, mocking sound. "Yeah, well, some things are just worth more than friendship, don't you think?" "Shut up, Millie. What the fuck are you even saying?" Carmen snapped, her voice cracking like a whip. She pointed a trembling finger at Millie. "You...you're a disgrace!" Millie's face flushed, and her lips tightened into a thin line, but she said nothing. "And you," Carmen turned her glare on Cody, her tone dripping with contempt. "The great Cody Wade. The man everyone admires. The perfect husband." She spat the words like poison. "You're nothing but a lying cheat. Everyone's going to know who you both really are. Carmen's eyes flicked to Millie, who kept on smiling and then back to Cody, whose face was buried in his hands, unable to meet her gaze. Every moment they'd spent together flashed through her mind-their dates, their marriage, his proposal...it all felt like a cruel lie now. "Did you even love me?" She scoffed, tears in her eyes. "Carmen...I'm so sorry," Cody mumbled "Please just calm down. Let's think this over." "Calm down?" Carmen's laughter was bitter, raw. "Oh, don't worry. I'll be calm when everyone knows the truth about the two of you. I'll make sure the whole world sees you for what you are." As she spoke, Carmen pulled out her phone and started recording, her hands steady despite the whirlwind of the different emotions churning inside her. "Carmen, stop," Cody said, his voice dipping with anger. Millie stepped forward, her face dripping with desperation. "Carmen! Give me that fucking phone, now!" Before Carmen could react, Millie lunged at her, grabbing a fistful of her hair. Carmen cried out, her phone slipping from her grasp and skidding across the floor. The two women struggled, Millie clawing at Carmen like a wildcat. But Carmen, fueled by rage and adrenaline, shoved Millie back with all her strength. Thuddd. Millie stumbled back and fell to the floor. Carmen didn't wait. She snatched up her phone and bolted for the door. "Get her!" Cody barked, his voice echoing through the house. "Now, Millie." Carmen's heart raced as she sprinted out of the house and into the cool evening air. She had no car-she'd taken a cab to the office earlier. Her only chance was to make it to the main road and flag another one. But the road was far, and the heavy traffic of trucks and cars made crossing it dangerous. Behind her, she heard the sound of footsteps. They were chasing her. "Carmen!" Cody shouted, his voice closer now. "Please, Stop!" She didn't dare look back. Her breath came in ragged gasps as she reached the edge of the road. The sounds of passing trucks were defeating, their headlights blinding her as she stared ahead. Carmen hesitated, the traffic light hadn't stopped green. It wasn't safe to cross right now, but what could she do? If they caught up with her, they were going to take the only evidence she had of them cheating. She turned ahead, hesitating as she slowly stepped forward, trying to find an opening to dash across, when she felt it-a presence behind her. A hand on her back. Before she could turn, she was shoved forward with brutal force. Carmen stumbled onto the road, her body hitting the ground hard. Dazed, she looked up, the world spinning around her. Her vision cleared just in time to see Millie and Cody standing at the edge of the road, their presence shrouded by darkness. Cody looked horrified, his hands trembling. "Carmen! Millie, what the hell did you just do?" "Oh. my. God, Cody, I–I didn't mean to push her!" Millie stammered, panic etched across her face. "I was trying to bring her back, so I could grab her phone, I swear, Cody." Carmen's heart sank as she realized Cody, the man she'd known for years and had married, wasn't making any move to help her. Still, she stretched out her hand toward them, her voice weak, tears falling down her eyes, pleading. "Please...help me." She would get up herself, but it seemed like she'd broken a bone. But Cody's face hardened. "We don't have a choice," he muttered, his voice barely audible over the noise of the traffic. "If she gets up, she'll ruin us." "No, Cody," Carmen whispered, tears streaming down her face. "Please... don't do this." Cody's gaze was cold as he stepped forward. He placed his foot on her outstretched hand and pressed down, forcing her back onto the road. Carmen screamed in pain, the sound swallowed by the rumble of an approaching truck without headlights. "Cody, no!"“So, Daphne,” Edmund finally spoke, his eyes flickered over her. Assessing, before landing on her attire, he settled down his fork with a clink. “Well, this is new,” he drawled. “I must say, cousin, I never expected you to wear that to dinner.”“Mind your damn business, Edmund”, Carmen rolled her eyes.“Are we just going to ignore the fact that you’re dressed like a harlot?”Carmen tilted her head, feigning innocence. “Why? It’s comfortable.Edmund let out a short laugh. “Comfortable? It’s practically a nightgown.”She leaned back in her chair, deliberately relaxed. “And?”“And,” he gestured vaguely, “it’s hardly appropriate for a formal dinner.”“But this is not a formal dinner now, is it?” “You have no excuse silly girl” Her father cleared his throat. He had been extremely frustrated with Daphne’s new character since she woke up. Fair, his daughter was always rude, but since she woke up she’s become suspiciously nice and a lot more defiant. “Daphne, explain yourself. Why are you d
Her father sat at the head of the table, his heavy brows drawing together in confusion. Beside him, her mother pressed a hand to her chest as if she had just witnessed a ghost. Across from them sat her cousin, Edmund—a thorn in her side since childhood. His usual smug expression faltered, his spoon frozen midair. A few servants who were refilling goblets stood awkwardly, torn between lowering their gazes and sneaking glances at the spectacle before them. Carmen walked forward with unwavering confidence, the soft tap of her soft boots against the marble floor the only sound in the vast room. Then, whispers. Soft at first, then growing louder. “What is she wearing?” “Gods, but that’s—” “That’s a nightgown.” “No lady sits at the dinner table dressed for bed.” “She looks ridiculous.” Carmen pulled out her chair and sat down, completely unfazed. Her father cleared his throat, his jaw tightening. “Daphne.” She turned to him with an innocent smile. “Yes, Father?” H
The house of Vasquez was bathed in the golden glow of the setting sun, the sky, painted in hues of deep orange and indigo. By the time Carmen had returned from the boutique, the hallways of the palace were dimly lit with lanterns and glowing crystals and chandeliers, casting flickering shadows along the walls.The servants bowed as she passed, but their eyes lingered, filled with curiosity, but mostly, confusion. Word had spread. The tailors at the boutique were quite fast at spreading this news. The young lady of the house, in a coma for days, had not only woken up but was seen purchasing garments that no noblewoman of her standing would ever dare wear. Carmen paid them no mind. She climbed the grand staircase with measured, practiced steps, her thoughts running elsewhere.Keila and Ipu were hurrying to get to her chambers, their expressions hovering between excitement and apprehension. They hadn't even gotten to the palace yet and people in the palace already knew about the atrocit
The study was dimly lit, the scent of old parchment and burning cedar filling the air. Heavy bookshelves and vases lined the walls, their spines gilded with gold and ruby, proof of centuries of knowledge and wealth passed down through the Ruiz lineage. At the center of the room stood Lord Michael Ruiz, dressed in a dark navy tunic, his broad shoulders squared as he leaned slightly over his father's massive mahogany desk, which was soon going to be his once he took over as Duke the day he marries Lady Daphne. Only the thought of getting married to her made his mood bitter. Seated across from him was Duke Cyril Ruiz, his father, a man whose once blonde hair had begun to gray at the temples and brows. His face was carved with the weight of all his years of ruling and leading his people, his deep-blue eyes reflecting both wisdom and exhaustion as he studied his son intently. His wish wasn't to put his son in a loveless marriage. But with the way the situation of the empire was moving wei
The carriage rolled to a smooth halt in front of Valeria's finest boutique, its golden crest shimmering under the hot, afternoon sun. A guard swiftly dismounted and approached the carriage, his polished black boots clicking against the cobblestone street. He extended a hand, bowing deeply as he reached for the door. As he opened it, the entire street seemed to pause. Conversations quieted, footsteps faltered as all eyes turned towards the carriage which had just stopped. Everyone recognized who that particular carriage belonged to. It was no news. Heads turned as whispers rippled through the crowd like a stone thrown into a still pond."Lady Daphne is here!" someone murmured."Look, everyone! It's Lady Daphne!" another gasped, pointing discreetly. "What is she doing here?" another asked. "I bet that poor shopkeeper is in trouble," another scoffed.People exchanged wide-eyed glances, their hushed voices barely concealing their curiosity and animosity. The infamous Lady Daphne had a
"My lady, are you alright?" Ipu's voice trembled with concern as she leaned closer, her face pale and her wide-eyes filled with worry. Ever since Lady Daphne had woken up from her fall, everything had felt so off and out of place. The lady wasn't her usual sharp-tongued, demanding, spoiled self. It was as though she had fallen into a distant, lost world only she could see. She didn't know what was going on, but she could tell something was really, really wrong. But then, she was just a maid. Who was she to interfere in the decisions and lives of royalties? For the past twenty minutes, Ipu and Keila had been calling her name, pleading for some kind of response, but Lady Daphne hadn't uttered a single word. She simply sat there, staring into space, her expression unreadable, her breathing steady but shallow."My lady, please," Keila chimed in, her small hands clasped nervously together, the tremor in her voice betraying the panic welling up. She glanced at Ipu for guidance, her youthfu