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No Longer Welcome

The adrenaline that had fueled my confrontation began to drain away slowly. I sank to the carpet as an ugly sob tore its way out of my throat.Every gasp for air felt like a knife dragging across my chest. I sat there on the floor and cried until the afternoon sun faded into a twilight and then into the pitch black of night.Am I thinking too much? I asked myself, pressing my good hand against my burning eyes. Am I just traumatized? What if she really is just a victim? What if Winter is just a friend in need, someone who lost everything and August is just trying to be a decent human being?I desperately wanted to believe that. I wanted to cling to the illusion that my husband was a good man who was simply handling a crisis poorly.But then, a memory violently resurrected itself from the fog of my trauma.The day I was discharged from the Hospital; when August had flickered his touch screen, the first thing that popped up was a Photo. Yes, yes...it was her!Winter.A barrage o

Delusional

The gnawing pain in my stomach was what finally woke me.I jolted out of a feverish fragmented sleep. The digital clock on the nightstand glowed a sinister blood-red 2:14 AM.My cheek was swollen. It burned with a humiliating heat. August had actually struck me. The man who used to kiss my forehead before leaving for work, the man who used to hold my hand in the car just because he liked the feeling of my fingers woven through his had slapped me across the face to silence me.Another cramp twisted my stomach, pulling me out of my spiraling thoughts. I hadn't eaten anything in nearly twenty-four hours. I pushed myself up from the mattress. I didn't bother grabbing a robe. I just needed to get to the kitchen, find whatever leftovers were hidden in the back of the refrigerator and bring them back up to my room.I opened my bedroom door with agonizing care.The long upstairs hallway was cloaked in heavy shadows. To my immediate left was the master bedroom— August's room. The door was

After the Kiss

August's POV:The intoxicating heat of the moment should have consumed him entirely.August felt Winter’s delicate arms wrap securely around his neck. Her weight pulling him downward. He didn’t resist. He couldn’t. For years, she had been a phantom in his mind—the unattainable what if, the lingering ghost of a past he had never truly let go of. And now, she was here. Pressing her soft lips against his.He let out a involuntary groan. His large hands instinctively slide down from her shoulders to grip her narrow waist. He leaned into the kiss, applying a crushing intensity. This was what he had always wanted. This was the moment he had fantasized about in the lonely hours of the night.He closed his eyes, waiting for the euphoria to hit. He waited for the triumphant rush of finally having her.But it never came.Instead, the pitch-black void behind his eyelids flooded with a different image. It wasn't Winter’s fairy-like face. It wasn't her golden hair or her milky skin.It was

You'll Regret This

Spring’s POV:The cheap wine I had chugged in the kitchen had finally worn off.I was dragged from the sleep by a rough sudden motion.Someone was shaking me."Wake up," a voice hissed.My eyes snapped open. Standing right beside my bed, leaning over me with her hands gripping my uninjured shoulder was Winter.I recoiled instantly, scooting backward against the headboard. I gasped, clutching my sling instinctively."What are you doing in my room?" Winter didn't shrink back. She certainly didn't look like a fragile confused amnesia patient. The doe-eyed innocence she had worn so perfectly at the dinner table was completely gone. "I was just looking at you," Winter said. She crossed her arms over her chest. Her gaze swept over my bruised face, tangled hair and my broken body. "You really look pathetic, you know that?"I stared at her. "If you came to say this, get out of my room."She let out a mocking laugh. "Your room? Oh, please. Nothing in this house belongs to you any

Apologise or Lose Her

Ring. Ring.I reached over with my trembling left hand, swiping the screen without checking the caller ID."Hello?" "Ms. Willow? This is Mr. Davis, the Head of Billing at Premier Care," the voice on the other end was strictly professional.My stomach plummeted into a bottomless abyss. That was where my grandmother lived. She had severe problems and a failing heart requiring around-the-clock specialized nursing."Is she okay? Did something happen to her?" Panic instantly clawed at my throat, "is it her heart?""Medically, she is stable for the moment," Mr. Davis replied with an exhausted sigh."Financially, however, we have a severe issue. The automated monthly transfer for her premium care suite and her specialized nursing fees was abruptly canceled this morning by the primary account holder.""Canceled? No, no, that has to be a bank error. My husband handles that account. It’s set up to auto-pay on the first of every month. It's never been late.""It was not an error, Ms. W

The Death of Love

Winter sighed softly, setting her teacup down on the coffee table. "Well, I suppose that's a start. But August..." She paused, her lower lip jutting out in a pout. "When she pushed me to the floor earlier, my shoes got terribly dirty from the dust. They're my favorite pair."She shifted her legs, extending one foot out from under the cashmere blanket. She was wearing a pair of indoor slippers. There wasn't a single speck of dirt on them."I think," Winter continued, her eyes locking onto mine with a gleam of triumph, "a proper sincere apology should include cleaning them for me. Don't you agree, August?"My heart stopped.Clean her shoes. I whipped my head toward August.Stop her, I pleaded silently with my eyes. You know this is insane. You know this is cruel. Stop her.August picked up his pen. He pulled the next document toward him.He didn't say yes but he didn't stop her either."You heard her," he said casually. His eyes scanned the corporate jargon on the page. "Cl

The Emerald Dress

The midnight-black town car glided through the iron gates of Harrington Manor the following afternoon. Winter was dressed in a lavender sundress. She hummed as they entered a high end fashion district. "It's so beautiful, August," Winter leaned closer to his side. "The city has its charm. We're going to the boutique El-high on Fifth. It’s private. You won't have to deal with crowds.""Thank you for doing this for me. Especially after how awful yesterday was. I... I still feel terrible about making you so angry.""Let's not talk about yesterday, Winter," August interrupted. He pulled his sleeve gently out of her reach under the guise of checking his platinum wristwatch. "Today is about getting you what you need."When the car pulled up to the entrance of Maison de L'Aube, the boutique manager was already waiting at the door, bowing lower than necessary. The store was entirely cleared out, an exclusive privilege reserved only for the elite clientele of the Harrington name."M

The Gift of Humiliation

August's POV:The return to Harrington Manor was a silent affair. By the time the town car pulled up to the entrance, the sun had already begun to set.August's chest tight with a strange apprehension. Two drivers followed closely behind carrying dozens of luxury shopping bags and glossy black boxes stamped with the boutique's gold logo.As they crossed the threshold into the main living room, August stopped in his tracks.Spring was sitting on the far end of the sofa. She was still wearing the same oversized shirt from the day before. She had a magazine resting on her lap, her good hand casually flipping through the pages as she made notes with a plain ballpoint pen. A half-empty glass of water sat on the table beside her.She didn't look up when the door opened. She didn't give a single shit that her husband had returned.She used to be excited whenever he was back before. Now, she doesn’t even look at him!For some inexplicable reason, her complete lack of interest made Augu

Left to Suffer

I stood by the window for hours, watching the sun dip below the horizon.My stomach gave a cramp. It had been nearly two days since I had eaten anything substantial. Between the emotional whiplash, the physical trauma of my shoulder and the exhaustion of existing in the same house as August and Winter, my body was finally running on empty.I slowly made my way downstairs. No one called me for food. The table was set for a feast. August sat at the head of the table. He was cutting a piece of tender steak and gently placing it onto Winter's plate.Winter beamed, popping the meat into her mouth. "Oh, August, the chef outdid himself! This is heavenly.""Eat as much as you like," August murmured, "you need to regain your strength."I turned my face away. I didn't want to join them. I just wanted a piece of bread, a glass of milk—anything to stop my hands from shaking. I bypassed the dining room and slipped through the swinging doors into the kitchen.Rucku, my personal maid who had

Why Did Jass Ashford Stopped?

"What happened to the young master?"Doctor Shin practically threw himself at the Maybach’s rear window the second the tires screeched to a halt under the emergency awning. His white coat flapped wildly, his eyes wide with pure panic as he peered through the lowered glass. "Are you hurt, sir? We got the priority dispatch and—""It’s not me."The stranger's voice was calm. He didn't shift his weight. He didn't look at the doctor. He raised a hand and pointed a finger toward me."Take a look at her," the man commanded, his tone leaving absolutely zero room for debate. "She is seriously burned. Put all the expenses on my account."Doctor Shin blinked. His gaze snapped from the powerful man to me."Wait," I choked out. My teeth were chattering so hard I could barely form the words. The adrenaline that had carried me down the dark highway was crashing, leaving nothing but the fire eating through my right arm. I leaned forward, desperately trying to catch the stranger's eye before

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