“Caroline, how could you?!" Eleanor yelled at her daughter. She had dragged her out to Frederick's room to her room.Caroline sits quietly on the bed, looking anywhere else but at her mother.“Caroline! I am talking to you". Her mother says sternly, commanding her to look at her.“What do you want me to say mother?" She snaps. “We're both adults, and we both consented to it".“He is a married man!" Eleanor shouts, and Caroline froze instantly at the information. “Oh, you didn't know?" She shook her head. “He has a wife, Caroline". Her mother reiterated.“I'm...I'm sorry". She stutters. Her mother shakes her head at her in disappointment.“I have feelings for him mother". She confesses.“Didn't you just hear me say he is married?" Her mother says with annoyance.“Feelings can't be controlled mother. The heart always wants what it wants regardless".“What are you saying?" Her mother asks sceptically.“I have never felt like this for any man before". She exhales loudly, “I'm going to

Colonel Frederick Smyth felt sore in every part of his body, but the pain couldn't compare to the anguish pulsating in his heart. He had succumbed to his desires, indulging in a guilty pleasure that now tormented his soul. His lustful escapade with Caroline had not only left him riddled with guilt but also disappointment that he had betrayed the woman he had vowed to love and cherish. The hours passed like days as Frederick paced his room, wracked with anxiety and regret. His mind was in a whirlwind as he replayed the events of the night before, each memory more excruciating than the last. The image of Caroline's face, those luscious lips that had drawn him in with such ease, continued to haunt him. "What have I done?" he muttered to himself, his hands running through his hair in frustration. He knew the answer, of course, yet he still found himself searching for a way to make it all disappear.The days that followed were a blur of sleepless nights and wracking sobs. Frederick found

As the soft morning light filtered through the stained glass windows of Samara's bedroom, she sighed for the umpteenth time as she got ready for her wedding. It was a picture-perfect day for a wedding. Or so it seemed. Clad in her silken white wedding gown, Samara stood at the mirror of her bedroom. Her gaze lingered on her reflection, but her mind was far away. As she reached for the intricate pearl hairpin to adorn her upswept hair, a feeling of dread and uncertainty washed over her. It was as if the weight of the impending nuptials bore down upon her, threatening to crush the fragile joy that had carried her this far. "What if this is a mistake?" she whispered to her reflection. She lowered her gaze, her fingers still grasping the hairpin, now forgotten in her hands. Her eyes fell on the engagement ring that adorned her ring finger, and her mind raced to recall the day Damien had proposed. It had been very unexpected, but followed by a magical moment, filled with pleasure, love

Back at their house, the air was heavy with tension as Samara met Frederick quietly seated in their dimly lit living room. The weight of unspoken words hung between them, suffocating the silence that enveloped the space.Samara's heart raced with uncertainty as she watched Frederick, his expression unreadable as slowly got up, and began to pace back and forth, his footsteps echoing in the quiet room. She longed to reach out to him, to bridge the chasm that had formed between them, but she knew that their wounds ran deep, their hearts scarred by the pain of betrayal and loss.With a heavy sigh, Frederick finally stopped pacing, his gaze meeting Samara's with a mixture of anger and resignation. "I don't know what to say, Samara," he began, his voice strained with emotion. "I never thought I'd see the day when I would lose you to someone else." Samara's throat tightened at his words, her pain mirrored in his eyes. "Frederick, please," she pleaded, her voice barely above a whisper. "I ne

Damien paced back and forth, fuming and cussing. He hadn't spoken to Samara after the intrusion by her resurrected husband at their wedding. He had tried several ways to reach her, but it looked like she was intentionally avoiding him. Why would she do that though? He thought, panicking and stressed, as he worried about what exactly was going on in Samara's head. He needed to know where her head was at? “Damien..?" Sebastian called, as he walked in and saw how restless his friend was. “What's going on?" “What you mean what's going on?" Damien snaps at him. “I was supposed to be a happily married man now." Sebastian sighs. “I'm sorry about that man." “What's worse is she isn't even picking up my calls. She is avoiding me," he complains. “I understand your frustration, but you also have to understand the fact that her husband is back and she is definitely in a difficult situation." Sebastian tried to explain. “What's difficult about the situation though? She loves me and not