SarahSophia's voice was filled with surprise and shock as she spoke, her eyes wide and her hand covering her mouth in disbelief. "Wow, I had no idea Vincent went through something like that in college. I never would have guessed he was in love with someone like that," she says, a hint of sadness in her tone.My heart constricts at the memory of Vincent's past love, knowing how much it still affects him. "Yeah, it was a difficult time for him. And now he's determined to hurt me because of it," I say with a heavy sigh, my own thoughts swirling with conflicted emotions.After my argument with Vincent last night, I ran off to the guest room and shut the door. I would've gone to the bedroom, but I didn't want to risk him breaking the door again.And now, I'm sitting in the garden with Sophia, telling her my sad tale about how my husband wants to make my life into a living hell.Sophia's brow furrows as she ponders my words. "Hmm...I don't know, Sarah. I don't think Vincent would actually

Sarah Swiftly, I gather all the necessary items for my highly anticipated twentieth birthday party tomorrow. I had been planning this for months. Invitations were sent out weeks ago, and now all that's left is to put everything together. The excitement bubbles within me as I set out decorations, prepare food and drinks and make sure every detail is perfect. The only thing that changed in my plan was the location of my party. Instead of my father's house, I'm now having it at Satan's house. And, of course, I decided to hire Nathan's service as extra help. I caught him before he left the house and convinced him to take me shopping. "Do you really need five jars of queso, though?" Nathan asks as I start to put stuff in the cart. I giggle as I toss another jar of queso into the cart. "Of course I do," I reply with a grin. "You can never have too much queso at a party." Nathan shakes his head, but there's a smile playing at the corners of his lips. "Alright, if you say so. By the way

SarahI am having a great time at my birthday party. Everyone is having a great time, laughing and dancing. It couldn't be going any better."Happy birthday, Sarah!" someone shouts, cheering me on as they pass by. I grin, my cheeks flushed from the heat and excitement."Thanks!" I yell back, scanning the sea of faces for one in particular.Vincent. The man who's been a constant shadow over my life, his smug smile and piercing eyes always leaving me feeling exposed and vulnerable. But tonight, this night is mine, and he's nowhere to be found. Good. Maybe he went back to hell where he belongs.I feel lighter already, as if a dark cloud has lifted. A wave of relief washes over me, freeing me from his oppressive presence. I can finally breathe again.I watch as Natalie sways her hips in time to the music, laughing loudly at something Nathan has just said. Their joy radiates outward, brightening the room with its warmth."Sarah!" Natalie calls out, beckoning me over. "You've got to try thi

VincentHelen takes a slow sip of her drink, trying to stifle her laughter."What's so funny?" I snap, feeling my patience wearing thin."I just can't help but find this whole situation hilarious," Helen chuckles."What situation?" I ask, not finding anything amusing about being manipulated by a 20-year-old girl."The fact that this sweet, innocent girl has you, the stoic and unshakeable man, wrapped around her little finger," Helen bursts out laughing again.I scoff at Helen's words. "You couldn't be more wrong, my dear. I have zero interest in Sarah.""Am I, though? You haven't taken your eyes off her since we got here. I thought the plan was to bring me here and make her think you are into me. Instead, you've been ignoring me all night," Helen feigns disappointment, but her eyes are twinkling with amusement.I narrow my eyes at Helen, feeling a surge of annoyance coursing through me. "You don't know anything about me or my relationship with Sarah," I retort sharply, though her word

SarahI stride confidently towards Helen, my head held high to show her that I am in control. However, inside, I am trembling with anxiety. Confrontation has never been my strong suit, and the thought of confronting my husband's new lover leaves me feeling helpless. I take a deep breath and pray for strength as I approach her, my heart pounding in my chest like a drum."Helen, right?" I purr, sidling up next to her, careful not to spill my drink. "You're looking absolutely ravishing tonight. What, are you trying to seduce Vincent or something?" My words are playful, but my eyes betray a hint of challenge.Helen turns to me with a knowing smirk, taking in my question without missing a beat."Sweet Sarah," she whispers teasingly, "I'm just keeping dear Vincent entertained for the night – you know how he gets when he's bored." The sultry tone of her voice sends a shiver down my spine, but I refuse to let her see me falter."Good," I snap back, my words dripping with sarcasm. "You're mor