When The Tables Turned Novels & Stories

Table after table, face after face, stare after stare. Everywhere I turned, someone’s eyes were on my chest. Someone’s whisper followed me. Someone’s smile lingered too long. By the time I reached my sixth table since the incident, I had perfected the art of blocking them out. Or pretending to. My face stayed neutral. My smile stayed in place even when I wanted to tear the stupid uniform off and run. But my body wasn’t fooled. My muscles were tight, my stomach kept flipping, and my skin felt too sensitive—like the air itself was rubbing me wrong.

It is a year after I gave birth to our son, Austin. I thought I make a right turn but it turns out I made a wrong turn. ________________________________________________________________________________

My words died the moment he turned our path to the dining room, and instead of finding someone injured or a scene of disaster, all there was… A dinner? Well, not really any dinner. The large eight-seat table had been replaced by a slightly smaller, round one, but now there were only two chairs, facing each other. The other chairs were still there, but conveniently far away. For some reason, someone had turned off all the lights, and now the only illumination was a lamp in the corner and the candles on the table. All of this, combined with the perfectly set table of the finest china and crystal glasses, made it seem almost like…

However, she quickly realized that I wasn't even looking at her. I clapped and cheered loudly when it was Daryl's turn to go onstage and also at the end of his performance. I gave him lots of words of encouragement too. Meanwhile, Tammy could only watch from afar, watching me give someone else the fatherly love that should have been hers. Her personality soon changed. She used to be prideful and arrogant, then upset, and now, she was acting humble and lowly instead. She apologized to me and asked me to continue treating her like I used to in the past by showering her with my love.

Nathan’s men hesitated—just long enough for us to strike. And in the chaos, as the tables turned, I looked at Nathan Calloway. His face twisted in rage. In disbelief. And I knew. We had won.

She stood, her elegant composure momentarily shattered as she stared at Simeon. And just like that, the balance of power shifted. The tables were turning, and I wasn’t sure what would happen next.

He was looking at me looking at the room. I felt this without turning. Then I turned. He was watching me with the expression he wore when something was happening that he was giving its full space. "Our table," I said. He offered me his arm. We walked in. --- The table by the window was ours. Reserved. Our name on the small card that restaurants used to hold tables for people they were expecting. I sat in my chair. The same chair. The city outside the window. The same view. I looked at it.

I took my change and immediately put it in my pocket. I brought the tray and to my surprise. I bumped into someone holding a tray. With the force of the impact I saw that glass fly and I knew it would correct me, but I was not surprised because the glass fell and broke on the next table. I was dumbfounded because of that. How the hell did that happen? I was so sure that it would be thrown at me but instead of me it fell on the table and broke. I looked around and we immediately met Triton's gaze, he also immediately avoided staring at me, took his order and walked away.

.Chapter 23 Tension Meanwhile, burdened by the weight of betrayal, Nerissa desperately sought out Tritan, intercepting him on his way to training. The profound hurt of betrayal was etched on her face as she signed, her hands trembling with emotion, "Did you turn them in?" Tritan's expression hardened, his eyes reflecting a mix of pain and determination, but he maintained a calm demeanor as he signed back, his hands firm and resolute, "No, I promised you I wouldn't! I would never break a promise, Nerissa." Tritan held her gaze, hurt that she would question his unwavering loyalty. After a moment of silence, Nerissa nodded, her eyes brimming with understanding, acknowledging Tritan's steadfastn

“Tell me young one, who turned you?” Caitlin had no idea what he was talking about. She didn’t even know what his question meant. Once again this night, she found herself wondering what the best answer was to give. She hesitated, feeling that whatever she said would have a great impact not just on her safety, but on Caleb’s, too. She wanted to give the right answer for him, but she just didn’t know what to say. “I’m sorry,” she said, “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I was never turned. I don’t even know what that means.”