But it didn’t stop there.
In the days that followed, we grew closer, our stolen moments becoming more frequent and more intense. He told me I was mature beyond my years, that I understood him in ways no one else could. I believed him, letting myself be swept up in his words and the feelings they stirred in me.
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I became consumed by anger and despair. My grades slipped, my friendships frayed. My life revolved around their relationship, and I hated myself for it. Nights were the worst. I’d lie awake, replaying every moment, every red flag I’d ignored.
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Mercy’s heart pounded as she stared at the chilling email. Every shadow in her apartment seemed to grow darker, every noise outside louder. She quickly locked all the doors and windows, double-checking them twice. She couldn’t let Ryan sense her fear. He was playing in his room, blissfully unaware of the danger lurking outside their world.
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I remember how it felt being with James, How innocently it started —just conversations, venting about my struggles with Mark and the overwhelming weight of motherhood. James listened in a way Mark hadn’t in years, his eyes fixed on mine, his words soothing. He understood me, or at least he made me feel that way.
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They talked briefly as Simon drove her home, his charisma and confidence sparking her curiosity. Before she stepped out of the car, he asked for her number. Feeling flattered, she gave it to him. That evening, Simon texted her. His messages were suggestive, peppered with romantic undertones that made Lydia’s heart race.
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John was her first. The charming twenty-year-old had an effortless way of making Liza feel like she was the center of the universe. Their love was intense and exhilarating, and when Liza found out she was pregnant, she believed it was a sign they were meant to be.
Despite the gossip in the town, John convinced her to marry him. “We’ll build a beautiful life together,” he promised, holding her trembling hands.
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The front door was slightly open, so Anita peeked inside. She was about to call out, “Babe!” when she heard laughter from the living room. Peering around the corner, her jaw hit the floor.
There was Charles, lounging on the couch in a vest and shorts, feeding grapes to a woman who looked like she had walked straight out of a KTN soap opera. Sitting nearby were two kids—one drawing on the wall with crayons and the other playing with a remote-controlled car.
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Two weeks had passed since Charles and Anita’s first magical date, and during that time, the air between them had been filled with an intoxicating mix of anticipation and silence. Charles hadn’t called once, leaving Anita to wonder if he’d grown bored of her or if he was, perhaps, just a man who lived in the moment. But when his message finally came—a simple, “Can we meet?”—she was thrilled. It was a Saturday, and he wanted to take her away for the weekend.
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“Careful, Mr. Mysterious,” Anita teased, though her heart skipped a beat. “You’re treading dangerous waters.”
“Danger’s my middle name,” he shot back with a grin, his eyes locked on hers.
The drive back to Anita’s hostel was filled with flirtatious banter, but it wasn’t until they pulled into a quiet corner near her campus that things escalated. Charles leaned over, his cologne filling the space between them.
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Anita caught his eye immediately. Her infectious laugh and confident dance moves made her stand out. Charles, ever the charmer, slid over with his most disarming smile.
“Care for a drink?” he asked, his voice smooth as the whiskey in his glass.
Anita raised an eyebrow. “As long as you’re not one of those old men trying to buy me with cocktails.”
Charles laughed. “Old? I prefer experienced.”
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