Nathaniel.Sitting in my office, I stare at the contracts spread out on my desk, but my mind is elsewhere. The phone rings, jolting me from my thoughts. It's my lawyer. "Mr. Coven, I've tracked Megra back to her hometown," she says, her voice professional and steady."Is she there now?" I ask, leaning forward, my heart racing."Yes, she's back in Stockton. I'm waiting outside her house.""Good. Bring her back home," I say, the relief palpable in my voice. I hang up the phone, exhaling a breath I didn't realise I was holding. She's been found. Now, I just need to figure out how to apologise and how to make things right after my betrayal.Cheating on Megra was the biggest mistake of my life. Anna was a distraction, a momentary lapse in judgement, but it cost me everything. The guilt gnaws at me daily. I need to make Megra understand that it meant nothing and that she means everything to me. The thought of her carrying our child and being alone because of my actions is unbearable.Anna h
MegraA knock at the door interrupts my thoughts. I look over at Callum, confusion written across my face. I have only been back a day; surely I can't already be getting any guests. "Who could that be? I'm not expecting anyone."Callum shrugs. "I don't know; I haven’t told anyone you are back. I am sure a lot of people would love to see you. I can get it if you want."I shake my head, pushing myself up from the couch. "No, this is my house. I should probably get acquainted with the neighbours anyway."As I walk towards the door, an uneasy feeling settles in my stomach. I take a deep breath and reach for the handle, my heart pounding in my chest. When I open the door, I understand why. Nathaniel is standing there, flowers in his hands."Nathaniel? What are you doing here?" I ask, my voice barely above a whisper."We need to talk," he says, his tone firm as he pushes his way into the house, not waiting for an invitation. His eyes immediately land on Callum, and his expression darkens. "
Megra.I try to get up, but I am still a bit drowsy. Nathaniel helps me from the bathroom floor, his grip firm but gentle, and I can't help but giggle as I stumble and land in his arms. The feel of his warmth against me is both comforting and familiar. We both laugh, the sound echoing off the bathroom tiles, a brief moment of lightness in the midst of so much uncertainty."This reminds me of the first time we met; at least you are sober this time," he says, his voice tinged with nostalgia."Don’t even remind me. Those were simpler times, Nathaniel." I reply, a wistful smile tugging at my lips. I pull away from him, my footsteps slightly unsteady as I make my way towards the kitchen. "You can't drive back to San Francisco now; it's too late. I refuse to be the reason you get into an accident."Nathaniel smiles with a soft, grateful, and victorious look in his eyes. "Thank you," he says simply, and there's something in his tone that makes me feel like he's not just thanking me for offer
MegraThe sharp, strong smell of smoke wakes me up. My eyes are still closed, and I am still so sleepy. I reach out for Nathaniel, but my hand only finds cold sheets. Panic bubbles up as I force myself out of bed, my mind racing. Where is he? What the hell is happening?I stumble out of the bedroom, the smoke getting thicker with every step. My heart pounds as I rush towards the kitchen. There, amidst the haze, I see Nathaniel frantically waving a dish towel at the smoke detector, trying to clear the air.“What the fuck are you doing?” I shout, my voice a mix of fear and disbelief. “Are you trying to burn down my home?”Nathaniel looks over at me, his face a mix of embarrassment and amusement. “I was just trying to make you breakfast,” he says, laughing. “I didn’t realize how hard it actually is.”Despite the chaos, I can’t help but laugh. It’s a sound that’s part relief and part happiness. I rush to open the doors and windows, letting the cool morning air in to chase away the smoke.“
MegraNathaniel and I sit on the porch, the morning breeze gentle against our skin. The sun rises, casting a warm glow over everything. We’ve been talking about the possibility of living in Stockton. It feels like a dream, something I hadn’t dared hope for until now.“I could figure out the logistics of working in San Francisco while living here,” Nathaniel says, holding my hand. “It might mean some travel, but it’s doable. And you could become a teacher again. I know how much the offer Mrs. Alice gave you means now.”I look at him, my heart swelling with gratitude and love. Could he just be playing games? But this is the Nathaniel I fell for—caring, supportive, and willing to make sacrifices for my happiness. “I’d love to teach again,” I admit. “But it’s a big decision. Are you sure you’re okay with it? Will you not miss the big house, the view, and all the house staff?”“Of course I will,” he says, squeezing my hand. “But I want you to be happy, Megra. And if that means living here,
I jump out of the taxi in a rush to get to my house. I can feel the butterflies in my stomach. I have never been so excited or happy. Today will be the beginning of my happily ever after, and I am ready.I had gotten a tip that Andrew would be proposing, and I want to make it special. It has been three years since he walked into my life. He was tall, with brown eyes, and accomplished. I could not believe it when he asked me to be his girlfriend. I run for the elevator as soon as I enter our building. I can't stop thinking about everything I need to get done.I could already picture him kneeling with a ring in his hands. It is going to be wonderful tonight.I hurriedly walk out of the elevator to our fifteenth-floor apartment. I open the door, and my heart drops. I can feel the blood draining from my face. My gaze is fixed on the clothes that are scattered all over the floor.This is not possible. Not on our anniversary. Today, Andrew was meant to pop the question and ask me to marry h
I run out of the building, tears still streaming down my face. I can still picture Andrew's cold reaction. I can still see him and Becca in my bed. I feel my heart pounding, fighting to escape my chest. I cannot think straight.I can feel a hand on my shoulder.“Miss megra?” “Are you okay?”I lift my face to see Matthew, the security guard, staring at me. Worry is written all over him.I look around, and people have surrounded me.The security guard stretches his hand to help me up. I must have been so distraught that I sat down on the curb."Can you call me a taxi, Matthew?" I ask, wiping away my tears. He shakes his head and brings me back to the lobby.The cab ride is silent, and I am left to my thoughts. How can I be so blind and naive? When Becca introduced me to Andrew, I wondered why the two had not gotten together. I always wondered why he chose me over her; she was undeniably gorgeous. I now have my answer. I was being played. I was the fool in this story. The amateur porn I
I wake up to the rich aroma of freshly roasted coffee, accompanied by a throbbing headache. Slowly opening my eyes, I find myself in an unfamiliar space. It takes me a moment to remember Andrew, and my heart shatters all over again. It feels like someone is driving a hand through my chest and ripping my heart through it. With the wreckage of my life now in full view, tears start rushing down my face. I can feel the pain throughout my body. I see Becca and Andrew wrapped in their passion every time I close my eyes.I reach for my bag. I needed to find out if Andrew had bothered to reach out. I need to know if he was sorry. If he knew how much he hurt me, maybe he wanted me back home. Nothing. He had not called me. I fix my eyes on the yellow pill bottle. The pain is too much. I could just end it—end my misery. No, that will let them win.Sliding back into the king-sized bed, I attempt to look for comfort in the sheets that are wrapped around my body. I wonder what else transpired the n