Emily had no idea about the live video Isabella made. As she walked through campus, she could not help but notice the way people were looking at her. Groups of students clustered together, their eyes darting towards her before quickly looking away, as if caught in the act. She could hear snippets of their hushed conversations, phrases like "that's her" and "can you believe it?" cutting through the air like daggers as the weight of their stares bore down on her. The whispers grew louder in her mind, even though they were just soft murmurs around her. She tried to hold her head high and ignore them, but each glance felt like a physical blow, chipping away at her composure."Why is everyone acting like there's something wrong with me today?" she wondered, desperately trying to make sense of it. The unease followed her into the lecture room, where she could still feel stares burning into her back. Despite her best efforts to move on, she found herself constantly checking her phone,
Emily's eyes narrowed in disgust at the sight of Alex."Why are you here?" She snapped."Emily, please, I just want to talk," he replied, stepping closer but stopping when she took a step back. "I...I need to explain.""Explain?" She scoffed, her voice rising. "Explain what, Alex? How you lied to me? How you made a fool of me in front of everyone? How you deceived me? Tell me, which one of these do you want to explain to me?" she demanded.He stepped closer to her. "Please, Em, lower your voice."Her mind flashed back to the moments when he lied about the reason for hiding his identity. It made her heart ache, realising he had taken advantage of her lack of internet savvy and disinterest in the entertainment industry.She chuckled bitterly. "Why? You don't want people to notice you? Afraid of drawing attention to yourself? I can't believe I fell for all your lies. Well, it's not your fault; it's mine for believing you."His shoulders slumped in helplessness as he ran a hand through
When Isabella's father told her to visit him at home, her heart swelled with anticipation. She was certain he wanted to praise her for her recent actions. Excitement bubbled within her as she thought the moment had finally arrived when he would acknowledge her worth and retract the harsh words he had thrown at her during her last visit.As she stepped into the living room, her eyes landed on her stepmother. The woman, with whom she had a notoriously strained relationship, was seated on the sofa. Surprisingly, the sight only bolstered her spirits as she relished the thought of finally proving herself and making her stepmother eat her words after all the disdain."I can see you are the one who made the video about Alex's secret affair with that lady." Her father began"Yes, Dad," she responded, straightening her posture and adjusting herself on the sofa. Her face lit up with a bright smile, fully expecting the praise she felt was her due. But instead of the pride and approval she ex
Although Alex had apologised to Emily, his heart was still heavy with guilt over how things had unfolded with her.Her words echoed in his mind, and he could not shake the feeling that he had not truly made amends. But the damage was already done. As much as it killed him, he knew ending things with her was the only way to avoid further complications. Still, the guilt gnawed at him relentlessly.He shuddered, gripped by shame, as the thought of people whispering cruel names about her because of his cowardice and ego cut him deep.“If only I had stood up against my parents or had been braver and stronger to face down Santiago's threats and attacks instead of folding under the pressure, none of this would have happened.” He berated himself for dragging her into the mess."She didn't deserve any of this," he muttered under his breath, clenching his fists. If only he'd been braver and stronger and faced down Santiago's threats instead of folding under the pressure.He knew he needed to
“What?!” Alex whisperedHis breath caught in his throat as he found it hard to process the depraved scene laid out before his disbelieving eyes.There on the rumpled sheets of his marital bed, glistening with sweat, were the naked, intertwined bodies of Isabella and Derek. Derek's muscular frame was hovering over Isabella, his back rippling with each powerful thrust while Isabella's fingers were raking down his slick skin, and her head lolled back in ecstasy. The room was punctuated by Derek's deep grunts and Isabella's breathy whimpers.For a split second, he had been so overcome that his original plan dissipated from his mind as anger burned through his veins, not because of the act itself but because Isabella could stoop so low to sleep with their maid on the bed they shared together, prompting him to burst through the door and confront them in the act. But something stopped him. A flicker of reason amidst the tempest of fury reminded him to pause.“Why should I do that when I c
Emily's daily life had become an unending stream of insults and jeers. The name-calling and humiliation by people every day had pressed down on her, beginning to take a serious toll on her spirit, hence making it hard to focus on or find joy in anything. She had expected that overcoming the bullying would be challenging, but it was far more difficult than she had imagined. The derogatory remarks and sneers followed her even into her workplace, making her professional life equally unbearable.One fateful afternoon, as she exited her last class of the day, she felt an unusual fatigue wash over her. Her vision blurred, and the hallway around her seemed to spin. Students walked by, engrossed in their conversations and routines, oblivious to her situation.Desperately, she reached out to steady herself against the wall, but her strength waned rapidly. Her legs gave out, but before she could crumple to the floor, a firm hand cut her back as the sounds of footsteps and chatter became di
“Congratulations,” the doctor beamed in smiles as he announced the news. Emily scrunched her face in confusion. “Congratulations? For what?” When she looked at Sarah, Sarah’s eyes were boring hers as she understood what had happened. “You are four weeks pregnant. You were just a—” “Four weeks pregnant?” Emily's eyes widened in shock as the word sank into her. “The reason you fainted is because you've been stressing yourself out recently. Knowing the condition you are in now, you should be careful of the tasks you do.” But she did not pick up any of the doctor's words; his voice became a distant hum, and the world outside the room seemed to fade away. Her mind was elsewhere, lost in a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions. She felt disconnected from reality, as if she were floating above herself, watching the scene unfold from a distance. Questions and fears swirled in her mind: How could this be? What would she do next as her hand instinctively moved to her stomach, resti
“Who is there?” She asked in frustration.The person behind the door was Amara.Emily asked her what she wanted, but she requested that she open the door.Cleaning her tears, Emily went to open the door.They greeted each other while she stood at the doorway.“What happened?” Amara inquisitively asked her.“What do you mean?” Emily replied.“I've been hearing your sob for the past few minutes.” Concern was laced in her tone.“It's nothing. I'm fine.” She sniffed.But Amara did not believe her. “Can I come in?”Emily hesitated for a split second before finally letting her in.Amara stood in the middle of the room, certain that something was wrong with her, as Emily walked past her and sat on the bed.Emily sat on the bed beside Amara afterwards. “What happened? Don't forget, I'm here for you.” Amara's voice was barely above a whisper as she asked Emily.“I'm fine. Really.” Emily chuckled nervously, still insisting.“Did something happen at school? Did someone hurl an abusive word at y