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Richardson's office, the man who would interview me. Upon arrival, I noticed an open space and then a desk where a young man was sitting, who looked at me and smiled as if encouraging me to approach, he greeted me. —Asier, right? —I nodded— Mr. Richardson is going to attend to you, he is answering a call—the words still didn't come out at all, I had to do something to wake up from my stupor and react or I would spend the shame of my life because of a perfect stranger .

He asked all of a sudden. " What?? N..no! " " Strange!! Have you read her latest book?" He asked but before I could say anything he started speaking again. " The girl loves the man who is her senior and neighbour. And the man is in love with his best friend. Oh, God!! You also thought that I was in love with Sid. So many similarities... " He said looking at me. I was still looking for the right words to tell him. But he was being Sherlock Holmes all of a sudden.

He continues and I listen attentively, eagerly wanting to know where he’s taking this. “Stop smiling like that, you’re going to make me mess this up.” He says and we both laugh. “Okay, go on Romeo.” I say to him. “You have tried to get to know me over and over, and with each time, something new pops up that makes you feel like I’m a total stranger. I know that’s messed up, Rose. I’m sorry.” He says and touches my hand. His warmth ignites electricity in me. “But I am asking you, no, I’m begging you. For you to allow me to be the Stranger in your heart.” He says and I giggle.

Almost instinctively, I pulled out my phone and checked my browsing history for the video from last night. In it, the side profiles of the two elderly people were identical to the faces of my in-laws standing before me now. If the clip hadn't flashed by so quickly, I would have recognized them right away. And in other videos—those fleeting, fragmented moments—my wife, Cynthia Muller, appeared again and again, holding a child in her arms. The little boy called her "Mom" with intimate affection. Under a sky lit by fireworks, the man held her close and kissed her.

“Please—please, that’s enough—” He shrugged me off as if I were weightless. I stumbled, hit the bricks with my shoulder and bit the inside of my cheek hard enough to taste copper. The world narrowed to three sounds: the stranger’s wet panic, the scrape of shoes on grit, and the animal rhythm at the seam of his mouth where flesh gave. “I’m fine,” I said to the wall, to the lamps, to anything that might be listening. “I’m fine. I’m fine.” I wasn’t. The stranger’s movements went from wild to loose to nothing. His chin fell against his chest at a wrong angle. When the thing on my roof let go, the body slid down the wall and followed gravity to the ground as if it had never learned anything bette

Gravel crunches beneath the tires as we turn onto a narrower path, trees closing in on both sides. Panic claws its way up my chest. “This isn’t the way home,” I whisper. “No,” he agrees calmly. “It isn’t.” The car stops. The forest presses close, shadows tangled and thick. The stranger kills the engine, leaving only silence. He turns to me fully for the first time. His eyes, sharp and gleaming in the dark, lock onto mine. “Everything you thought you knew about your life,” he says slowly, deliberately, “is about to change. Just wait. Be patient. Patience, Lisa, patience.”

He replied We need to meet again. Can I have your contact? He said. I froze reality now dawning on me. I had just fucked a stranger. What have I done? Was I any better than Leonard? No. No, this isn’t me. I pulled away, shame crashing down hard and fast. “I need to go,” I said, my voice shaking. He reached for me, hesitation in his eyes, then pressed something into my palm. “If you change your mind… my name and number are there.”

Eli staggered back half a step, his face white as paper, that faint flicker of hope in his eyes splintering inch by inch, until nothing was left but a boundless, hollow desolation. "From beginning to end, I brought this on myself. I was the one who wronged you." He murmured it low, his voice so faint it nearly dissolved into the air. "In this life, there's not the slightest chance of taking it back." I lingered no longer, and without another glance at his dazed, anguished face, I turned and walked toward the stairs. The gilded box door closed softly behind me, shutting out his gaze completely. We had once walked side by side and loved each other deeply, and in the end, all that was left was

The boys quickly formed a defense stance behind each other giving me the chance to look at the source of such a strong voice. The tattooed stranger! “And who are you to tell us that?” The leading guy asked, his voice hard unlike that of a teenager he is. “Someone who can break your bones and dumb them in a police cell if you don’t leave this minute” he threatened It’s highly unhealthy how his strong command makes my painties wet in the face of danger. I must be going crazy.. The boys ran away in a matter of seconds leaving just the two of us in the area. “Uhhhm…. Thanks” I managed to say

He shuddered, rocking back and forth, trying to contain the mental anguish that welled up in his head. The camera flipped, and Jonathan smiled serenly back at him. “What do you think? Your precious little Arabella will be horrified if she comes to find out what happened. She would hate you, Gael Laurent. You let an innocent little girl die. You’re a fucking murderer. What makes you think that Arabella would ever willingly go back to you ever again?”