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I reached for my glass and took a slow drink, using the moment to lock everything back into place. I sat there turning my glass slowly between my fingers, doing the math on how, exactly, I was supposed to walk Valerie… a woman I’d barely spoken thirty words to in a year into this exact dining room and present her as proof of a marriage neither of us had actually agreed was still standing. A month. I had a month ******* I left my father’s house a little after nine. The drive back into Manhattan was quiet. I kept the radio off and the windows closed, letting the city move past without interruption. By the time I reached the Ashford tower, most of the lower floors had already gone dark. Only th

According to the Moretti family's rules, my twin sister Chloe and I were supposed to inherit our grandmother's trust when we turned eighteen. But the night before the trust was unlocked, my mother came to us with red-rimmed eyes and told us the family was three million dollars in debt. We needed to pay it off immediately. My fiancé Damian held my hand and moved our wedding date up to the end of the year. He promised we'd face it together. That night, Chloe and I both signed the waiver. Three days later, I got my Harvard acceptance letter with a full scholarship. I rushed home early to share the news—and walked straight into the living room projector still running. On the screen was a g

My fingers caressed the colored notes in my hands and the familiar feeling of longing overwhelmed me. FLASHBACK NARRATIVE ~16 years ago~ *Aidan's Elementary School* A little boy ran into the class of about fifteen kids. "Y'all!" He called the attention of his mates. "I heard 'boo hoo' couldn't get his fees paid. Boo-hoo!" He went to stand in front of a petite boy of around the same age as himself, blocking the little boy's view and taking his books from him.

Chapter V: Memories It was a little blurry and muddled but Ren was sure it was a tiny memory of long back then. It was from one of his adventures as a rebellious child, he’s small though. He likes to escape and sneaks out of the house whenever the babysitter has fallen asleep, but Ren is a good little kid you see, he always makes sure to be back before they notice he’s missing. It was near winter, the remnants of autumn season was slowly fading and the wind began to get more chilly in the morning and every night. Although not cold enough to puff a smoke when talking.

Rowan had already emotionally detached from Shannon, the divorce papers were signed, Shannon looked like the unstable ex wife and eventually Rowan and Evelyn were supposed to announce their engagement. Perfect. So why now? Why would his memories return now of all times? Mrs. Whitmore spoke again. “Do not leave that room.” “I wasn’t planning to.” “No matter what Rowan says, stay away from him until I arrive.” By the time Mrs. Whitmore arrived at the mansion with Doctor Hale, nearly half the house had been destroyed. Broken glass littered the hallways. One of the staff members quietly cleaned overturned furniture while others stood around nervously whispering among themselves.

Clara walked with Seren leaning on her arm and Morwen at her side, and the notebook in her bag was warm against her back, and the watcher was watching. The story was not over. It had just entered a new chapter. End of Chapter 59

Then, she added, "We're all in this together. A downpour's coming, so we should find some supplies." She crouched before me and held my left hand. Her face was a mask of understanding. "It's all my fault. I'll help you up." I slapped her hand away in disgust. She let out a gasp and fell backward. Everyone huddled around her and shot me with dark glares. I stood up and put on a sneer. Yes, a downpour was coming. In my previous life, these asshats had only survived those two days by the skin of their teeth. I busted my ass setting up traps in the sea for a catch. The waves roared and crashed like a neverending tide. One time, they nearly swept me into the sea.

I wasn't about to get myself caught in a mess I couldn't climb out of. So while he slept, I slipped out. I didn't hesitate or look back. I would just pretend that nothing had happened. But the second I stepped out, I saw a heavyset, greasy-looking man stumbling out of the next room. When he spotted me, he let out a low whistle. I looked past him into the room. Clothes were scattered everywhere, and Audrey was on the bed, her dress torn, completely out cold. As I recalled how she had murdered me in my past life, I just shut the door quietly and walked away.

he muttered under his breath, though the words felt like an empty threat. He placed the book in a small brown paper bag. He’d decided he’d finally return it. He told himself it was closure. He didn’t believe it. When he stepped outside, the morning air hit him, cool and restless. The world seemed louder than it should be, like it was mocking his stillness. He shoved his hands into his pockets, the bag tucked under his arm, and began to walk. Every step toward her apartment felt like walking through memory. The path knew him or maybe it knew them. He tried not to look at the spots where they used to stop, laugh, argue, exist. But his mind filled them in anyway.

I remember the feel of my notebook clutched to my chest, a flimsy shield. I had walked toward him anyway. My legs felt like they didn't belong to me. “Hey,” I had said, my voice barely a whisper. He had turned. His smile had faded into a look of mild, polite curiosity. And then— The memory severed. Sharply, painfully. My mind slammed a door shut, refusing to go any further. I never let myself remember what happened after that “hey.” The consequences were etched into me in other ways. I stopped walking, coming to a halt under the stark glow of a streetlight. I was breathing slowly, deliberately, as if the air was thin.