The Woman From That Night Novels & Stories

Evan initiated a conversation with Neil upon entering the house. Liora fixed her gaze on the wall clock, promptly leaving the sofa when it struck 10:00 p.m. Without attracting anyone's attention, she stealthily ascended to the second floor. Nearing the corner, she spotted a woman seated there, clad in a white nightgown. Her long, curly hair flowed down her waist like a waterfall. The woman's facial features bore a striking resemblance to Caroline, with an added touch of gentleness. She sat upright, offering a warm smile to Liora.

Earlier That Night, In the pitch-black darkness, the fire was monstrous, consuming anything coming in its way, terrifying the woman who was held on her knees. Watching her childhood home being perished and there was nothing she could do to save it. The wealthy heiress, always a kind-hearted woman, found her world falling apart, wondering for what sins she was being punished. "Please!" Delphi Fitz’s scream tore from her throat and echoed in the air but no one came to help.

Theo swallowed hard before he continued with the same shivering, shocked tone, "This is the security footage from...that night...the night...your night!" It took Raymond a moment to finally understood Theo's gibberish. "The woman left on foot..." Raymond mumbled in the same shocked voice, "was Evelyn?" And a sour sting spread in Raymond's chest-- What was the woman that took his first night doing with a handsome young millionaire in the middle of the night?!

I called in Cris while I try to focus on the deal of the day, well it wasn’t easy but I have a business to run “Yes Alpha”, Cris said coming in. I narrated everything that the woman told me chipping in my own opinion and concerns. How Jonathan had kidnapped her husband and also involved Maeve in it. But now the issue is that who was the lady in the room that night?. I needed an answer. “Did you confirm that everything she was saying was nothing but the truth?”, Cris asked. “Yes, yes” “Everything about her spilled the truth”, I said to him . I think I need to get the CCTV footage at the lounge of that night.

"I can't have anything with this good man." "Why do you look so worried is everything okay with you?" Siaasked after noticing that Selene had really not smiled ever since she entered her room. "I can't let go of what happened that night. I have been restless ever since. I have gone back to that field but he didn't show up." "Excuse me? You went back to what field." Sia asked her. She couldn't understand why Selene kept bringing up the one-night stand. Why was it called a one-night stand again?

Her mind raced with guilt and confusion, “Did I push him too far? Am I overreacting?” A soft knock on the door pulled her out of her thoughts. She froze, and the faint hope that it might be Derek disappeared the moment she heard Sylvia’s voice. “Good evening Ma’am, Mr. Johnson has asked me to inform you that he’ll be staying over at the office tonight.” The housekeeper announced politely from the other end of the door. Leah heaved a deep sigh, “Thank you, Sylvia.” She replied calmly.

In the mornings, she served burgers and coffee at a fast food chain; by nightfall, she changed into a black dress to work as a waitress in an upscale restaurant-bar. She tried to forget that night. Tried to forget the man with cold eyes and burning touch. It was just survival, she reminded herself. Just money for Mama. But her body ached at the memory, and her mind wasn’t cooperating. She hadn’t told Tina. She didn’t need to. Some things you carry alone. It was a Friday night—busy, chaotic, and loud. She was assigned to the second floor that night, the VIP section with private rooms and wealth she never belonged in.

“Don’t let Mom intimidate you. She’s weirdly formal with new people. Gets all Stepford Wives for the first few days.” “Right.” But there was nothing robotic about her. That woman in the robe had looked straight through me. Past me. Like she saw every stupid fantasy I’d buried under college applications and late-night YouTube binges. That night, I couldn’t sleep. The sheets were too cold. The air too thick. Her presence too close. From my window, I could see the backyard pool glowing turquoise under the moonlight. A movement caught my eye. She was there. Alone. Wearing a sheer nightgown that clung to her in all the ways gravity enjoys.

The company needs you—I need you! He grabbed my wrist, but I only laughed coldly and waved my phone in front of him. "Do you remember the day you signed the divorce papers? Christine messaged me right after, proudly telling me you slept with her. "I'm a germaphobe, Vincent. If I didn't have to come back to Camdonia for business, I would've made sure to never see you again." His face turned as pale as a sheet. "That was an accident," he mumbled. "I was drunk. I was devastated after you asked for a divorce—"

His lips would say her name. Natasha ran her fingers through her hair, adjusting the deep red dress she had chosen for the night. The fabric clung to her curves perfectly, the color rich and bold, the same shade as desire, passion, and seduction. She walked over to the large window, looking out into the dark night. Somewhere out there, Raghav was on his way home. She smiled at herself. Tonight, she wasn't the forgotten wife. Tonight, she was the woman he would never forget.