The bus finally stopped, and I stretched my arms, relieved to be away from home—even if just for a few days. This school trip was supposed to be a breath of fresh air. A much-needed escape from everything… especially Edward and Cole.
Three days of peace. No fake smiles. No walking on eggshells. Just me, my classmates, and a normal school trip.
I slung my backpack and hand-carry over my shoulder, following the rest of the students off the bus. I didn’t bring much—just a few clothes and essentials. This was just a short getaway for me.
We were at some nature retreat with hiking trails, lakes, and a bunch of outdoor activities I wasn’t exactly excited about. But it didn’t matter. As long as I was far from that suffocating house, I was good.
I took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of pi
I didn’t have the luxury of hiding at home. Exams were scheduled, and no matter how loud the scandal was outside, I still had to show up. Pretend like I was just another student, not the daughter of a woman plastered all over the news.Walking through the campus gates, I could feel the whispers prickling at my back. Eyes followed me everywhere. Some were curious, others judgmental, a few almost pitying—and I hated it. I hated all of it.So I kept my head down, shoved my notes tighter against my chest, and pushed through the day. One exam, then another. Swallow it down, Laura. Just swallow it all. That’s what I kept telling myself.By late afternoon, my stomach was growling. I hadn’t eaten since morning, so I decided to grab something from the cafeteria before heading home. Bad idea.The moment I sat down with my tray, I heard it.“She must’ve inherited everything from her mom… even the lying.”“Maybe it runs in the family. No wonder Cole’s only pretending to—”The words weren’t even s
I knew something was wrong the moment I walked onto campus.The air felt heavier, eyes lingered longer than usual. It wasn’t just curiosity—there was something sharp in their stares, something they weren’t saying out loud.Then I heard it.“That’s her… the florist’s daughter.”“Can you believe it? Tax fraud.”My phone buzzed nonstop in my bag until I finally pulled it out. Notifications flooded my screen—articles, screenshots, campus threads already dissecting every detail.Emily Smith accused of tax fraud.My chest tightened as I scrolled through page after page. Documents, numbers, damning words bolded in headlines. Everything looked legitimate, like a case already tried and judged.I wanted to shout that it wasn’t true, that there had to be some mistake. But the words never left my throat. What if no one believed me?When I stepped into class, the whispers followed. Phones lit up on every desk, their screens all showing the same story. I sat down and felt the burn of their stares o
I woke up the next morning with swollen eyes. Not exactly the kind of look you want to bring to class, so I skipped. For once, I decided… I deserved a break.So I booked a nail appointment. Got my hair blown out. Even went for a quick spa session. For a few hours, it felt nice—being touched up, polished, like I was finally in control of something.I thought self-care would fix me. New nails, a fresh haircut, hours at the spa—I did everything I could to feel lighter, prettier, maybe even stronger. For a while, it worked. I felt put together again, like maybe I could breathe.After that, I stopped by a café and opened my sketchpad. My pencil moved on its own, drawing lines that turned into faces I couldn’t name. Maybe it was me. Maybe it was Mom. Maybe it was just… someone broken. I didn’t know. I just knew I had to keep my hands busy or else I’d start thinking again.But then the sky darkened. By the time I packed up, heavy rain came crashing down. I ran under a shed, clutching my sket
Laura’s POVSue didn’t let go of my hand right away. She held it, her thumb drawing absent-minded circles, like she was weighing whether to press further.“What do you mean by trapped?” she asked finally, her tone light but her eyes sharp.I hesitated. I could have laughed it off, brushed her off with some joke about schoolwork or our professors. But the words were already lodged in my throat, and pretending otherwise felt heavier than saying them.“It’s like… no matter what I do, I’m in the middle of someone else’s mess,” I said. My voice cracked in the middle, and I hated how vulnerable it sounded. “And I can’t tell if people are helping me because they care, or because they need something from me. Sometimes I wonder if anyone even sees me for me anymore.”Sue tilted her head, studying me in that way she does—like I’m some puzzle she already knows the answer to but wants me to struggle with first. “You’ve always been too careful, Lau. Too… guarded. Maybe that’s why you feel like eve
The night of the exhibit buzzed with quiet celebration. The hall was filled with laughter, clinking glasses, and soft music as students basked in the success of their work. Professors congratulated their mentees, and photographers moved from one corner to another, capturing the smiles and the glow of the night.Laura stood near her painting, smiling faintly as she received a few compliments. At the corner of the room, Jacob lingered, watching her longer than he should. There was a weight in his gaze—something deeper than admiration, something only he could explain.Cole noticed.He stood at the opposite end of the hall, arms crossed, his jaw tense. For most of the evening, he kept quiet, letting Laura enjoy the moment. But when Jacob leaned a little too close while they spoke, something snapped inside him.When the crowd began to thin and the noise faded to a low hum, Cole found his chance. He approached Jacob, voice low but sharp.“You should know your place,” Cole said, blocking Jac
“Are you sure about this?” I asked as we walked toward the café near campus. I couldn’t tell if I was nervous because people would see us together, or because I was with Cole—who looked perfectly relaxed even though it was obvious eyes were following us.“Relax,” he said with a grin, his sunglasses in place. “We just need to show up. So people don’t think our relationship is just drama.”I sighed. “Yeah, but… the pictures keep spreading. Even when we just leave class together, it turns into a headline on the school site.”He looked at me for a moment, as if reading something on my face, then suddenly smiled. “Then let’s give them a better picture.”I shook my head, but before I could reply, he pushed open the café door and gestured for me to go first. The air inside smelled of coffee and pastries. It was cozy, but I could feel the stares from students scattered at the tables. Some of them even raised their phones to snap pictures.“See?” I whispered as we sat by the window. “Instant p