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When walls crack
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What the Heart didn't Know When walls crack
The sunlight streamed in through the penthouse windows, leaving golden streaks onl the floor. The living room was alive with the sounds of cardboard boxes being opened, paper crinkling, and Nora's giggles echoing from the hallway. Amelia was sitting cross-legged on the floor, a box cutter in hand as she sliced into the last box labeled “TOYS – NORA.” Next to her, Adrian was crouched down, organizing Nora’s tiny bookshelf with an attention to detail that surprised her. She thought today would be straightforward—just setting up Nora’s playroom and getting comfortable in the new place. But there was something heavy in Amelia’s chest that told her differently. When did home start feeling so strange? Nora dashed in, hugging a stuffed giraffe. “Aunt Amelia! Look what I’ve got! He still smells like cookies.” Amelia managed a smile. “That’s Mr. Buttons! You used to sleep with him every night.” Nora cocked her head in surprise. “You remember?” Amelia nodded, rubbing her hands on her jean
What the Heart didn't Know Pressure points
The morning light streamed in through the windows, soft and golden, but it wasn't warming at all. The house was eerily quiet, except for the gentle ticking of the wall clock and the faint noise of traffic outside. Amelia was in the kitchen, staring blankly at the kettle as it boiled on the stove. Her fingers shook as she clutched the edge of the counter. She hadn't really slept—just a few restless hours scattered with nightmares, Nora's soft whimpers, and her own racing thoughts. The photo in the envelope kept haunting her, along with the note. You think he can protect you? After she’d snapped at Adrian, he left without a word. She felt guilty, but her pride got in the way of saying sorry. She was slowly sinking under everything, and there was no one there to pull her back up.Adrian had no idea. Nobody did. She kept the fear buried deep, hidden behind her sharp words and perfectly put-together outfits. But it was getting harder to keep it all together.Nora’s laughter rang out from
What the Heart didn't Know Trust me with the truth
Amelia was exhibiting a new kind of different, this was not the familiar frigid and distant demeanor but rather an unsettling jumpiness, flinching at the slightest touch, and it was hard to overlook. Earlier that morning, a maid had accidentally dropped a plate, causing Amelia to bolt upright, terror etched on her face."What was that?" she shouted, striding toward the source of the sound. "I’m sorry, ma’am. It was an accident," the maid stammered, trembling and keeping her head down. Panic churned in the maid's mind, fearing this mistake would spell the end of her employment. She was all too aware of their boss’s reputation for being both icy and fiercely temperamental. When Amelia wasn’t around, they often whispered a multitude of unflattering nicknames, one of which was "the Ice Queen." "Just be careful," Amelia murmured unexpectedly, leaving the maid momentarily stunned before she steadied herself, still wary of Amelia’s lingering presence. “Do you have any idea where Nora is
What the Heart didn't Know A Ghost at the Door
Sunlight cascaded through the lofty glass panes of Amelia’s office, enveloping the space in a warm, golden embrace. The gentle illumination danced across the polished wooden floors, making them shimmer like liquid gold, while the elegant furniture gleamed. Yet, Amelia Hayes remained oblivious to this radiant spectacle.Her gaze was riveted to the envelope lying ominously on her desk.It bore no return address, no branding—only her name, inscribed in bold black ink that churned her stomach.She studied it intently, paralyzed by trepidation. Her fingers hovered uncertainly above the flap, her heartbeat echoing in her ears, drowning out the soft ticking of the clock on the wall. At last, after a deep, trembling breath, she unveiled the contents.Inside, a photograph awaited—an unguarded moment captured—of her and Nora.They were sauntering home from school, Nora's backpack slung haphazardly over one shoulder while Amelia held her tiny hand. The smile plastered on her face was slight, wea
What the Heart didn't Know Beneath the Surface
Adrian had barely closed his eyes since the wedding. Each time he did, Amelia's ghostly visage haunted him—her quivering lips and the way her body had gone soft in his embrace. When he wasn't ensnared in that memory, Gray invaded his thoughts—his self-satisfied grin and how he had dissipated into thin air. No, Gray's appearance had been no coincidence, and Adrian couldn’t shake the unsettling feeling that a sinister truth lurked beneath the surface.Morning dawned, yet the sun’s rays offered no warmth as he leaned against the balcony railing. Below, the garden thrummed softly with the songs of birds while silence reigned in the house except for the faint echoes of Nora’s laughter from the playroom. Adrian’s jaw tightened. Amelia wore a mask of normalcy, rising early, attending meetings, and smiling for Nora’s benefit, but he could see the cracks behind her facade. She was merely pretending, surviving.And he couldn't sit idly by.He retrieved his phone and dialed. “Adrian here. I need
What the Heart didn't Know Lines Are Blurring
Since the night they exchanged vows, Adrian had transformed. Words had always escaped him, but now an added weight lingered in his silences. The air turned electric with unspoken tension every time he entered the room, charged with a watchful vigilance. He had always been attuned to his surroundings, but now his gaze would linger on Amelia, especially when he thought her attention lay elsewhere, as though he was anticipating something just beyond reach—or safeguarding a secret.Amelia was acutely aware of these changes; she observed every detail. Perched beside the expansive living room window of their estate, she wore a delicate silk blouse and relaxed trousers, her legs tucked beneath her. Sunlight filtered through the blinds, casting shimmering golden mosaics across the marble floor. Adrian slipped in quietly, cradling a steaming mug of tea—chamomile, her favorite. He set it down beside her with tender care, without uttering a sound. Startled, she glanced up.“Thanks,” she replied
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