When Shadows Return
1334 Words
Lila's POV
Our honeymoon had ended, Shay and I returned to the Blackwood Estate.
I needed to go back to work.
I loved my job as an interior designer, the thrill of transforming a dull, lifeless space into something vibrant and full of soul made me feel alive, I found purpose in breathing warmth into empty walls.
But my return wasn’t met with open arms.
My colleagues weren’t the warmest bunch.
They whispered more than they greeted, and stared more than they smiled at me.
Except Diane, who was soft-spoken and often overlooked. She was fiercely loyal to me.
She was the kind of colleague who made long hours feel like lunchtime chatter, and the office gossip bearable.
I was seated at my desk, flipping through the list of upcoming projects when Diane breezed in, two coffees in hand.
“Hello, Mrs. Shay,” she teased, placing one on my table with a wink, “It’s great to have you back, this office has been hell since you left.”
I laughed. “Don’t be dramatic.”
“Oh, I’m not, Helen’s been acting like a rejected villain.”
“How was your honeymoon, by the way? Should we be expecting a baby soon?” Her eyes gleamed mischievously.
“Diane!” I gasped, swatting her arm playfully. “No babies yet, we’re still honeymooning in our heads.”
“Get to work, you two!” Helen barked from across the room, arms folded like a prison warden. She was our senior, and a total killjoy.
“Yes, ma’am,” we chimed in unison.
The moment she walked away, we broke into giggles like schoolgirls talking about prom dresses.
But the laughter didn’t last.
I thought of Helen’s gaze that lingered too long on me, they were sharp and cold.
The tension between us was thick enough to cut.
One afternoon while at work, I overheard hushed whispers from the other side of the office. Helen and Serena, my stepsister, were discussing in low tones.
Their conversations stopped abruptly when I passed by, but I managed to catch their last statement.
“She’s a threat,” I caught Serena saying. “She has become too close to Shay, and she thinks she has power now.”
“She thinks she belongs here,” Helen sneered. “We’ll see how long she lasts.”
The next morning, Helen began a quiet campaign to dismantle me.
She rejected my ideas without reason, dismissed projects I’d poured my soul into, and assigned me impossible deadlines that made success impossible.
At one point, I found Diane in tears after Helen publicly berated her for defending me.
I wanted to scream at Helen, but I held my tongue.
I was still learning how to survive this battlefield of a workplace.
The slow, dreamy days I had imagined vanished.
Until Shay surprised me.
I had just wrapped up a project presentation when I looked toward the glass door, and there he was.
Leaning casually, with his arms folded, wearing the shirt I picked out for him during our honeymoon, his eyes were fixed on me, as he smiled proudly.
My heart skipped.
The office erupted in hushed chaos.
“Who is that?”
“Is that her husband?”
“God, why does she always attract the mysterious fine ones?”
Shay walked in, holding a takeout bag, and placed it gently on my table.
I felt so relieved and happy seeing him, but it wasn’t the food that got to me.
It was the way he looked and smiled at me.
Like I was art.
“She’s the most brilliant woman I know,” he said to anyone who cared to listen.
At that moment, I felt both deeply loved and envied.
We spoke for some time before he left the office, promising to pick me up after work.
That evening, we went to his apartment, and had dinner on the floor.
It felt like a quiet picnic with wine, soft candles, and the low hum of jazz from the speakers.
Shay kissed me like he feared the world would take me back.
But shadows never stay gone for long.
Serena, my stepsister, had noticed the change. The man who once dismissed my presence now moved around me like gravity, and that shook her.
She started showing up uninvited and overly polished.
She’d show up at my workplace, having discussions with Helen, their cold stares slicing through me whenever I passed.
Serena was everywhere Shay and I visited.
The mall, restaurants, galleries, she even paid quick visits to the estate.
She smiled too much, laughed like she was interested, and was always overly dressed.
Shay never entertained her, not really.
But her presence was a thorn, and her intentions were transparent.
Ma Felicia wasn’t far behind either.
She would visit and drop comments like she was trying to reveal something and separate us.
“Oh, you changed the whole place,” she said during a visit, glancing around the newly renovated kitchen.
“You have such poor taste like your mother,” she said with a disappointed look.
They tried to chip at us quietly and relentlessly.
Ma Felicia had sent her lawyer to call Shay behind my back, offering him business opportunities, and whispering things they hoped would make him question me.
But he didn’t bend.
And neither did I.
Each stolen moment of love and kiss in the hallway, the shared silence in the middle of chaos built a wall they couldn’t climb.
They hadn’t expected us to fall for each other so deeply.
But we did.
And that was their biggest mistake.
One night, we danced slowly in the music room, barefoot, tipsy, and with our hearts full.
Shay’s breath brushed against my lips as he whispered, “I’ve done bad things, Lila.
I've hurt people in the past. I hope I don't hurt you either.”
I believed him.
In the weeks that followed, we were inseparable.
We made love like the end was near.
We argued about dinner plans and TV shows.
We painted a mural on the hallway together. Although messy, it was so beautiful and pleasing.
I could feel a storm was coming, but I chose to ignore it because I had Shay around.
Shay's POV:
It has been a week full of activities and unexpected visits from Serena and her mother. I knew trouble was coming, and I needed to keep Lila safe from these people.
I was fed up with the lies and schemes they had against Lila. I felt uneasy and needed someone who had Lila's best interest, then Nico came to mind.
I had my way around getting his number, then I invited him to dinner, to surprise Lila and also for something I wished to let him know.
We had eaten and drank to our full capacity with much laughter and discussion. I still felt uneasy, so I walked into the garden and called out for Nico.
“Walk with me,” I said, ensuring Lila wasn't looking.
I handed Nico the keys to one of my properties Ma Felicia didn't know about, and an envelope that contained the address and other important things she needed to know.
Nico narrowed his eyes. He had the expression of someone who had asked a question.
I exhaled. “Well, if anything ever happens, I want you to keep her away from this estate.”
She must never return here, this place carries too many painful memories for her and she could be in danger.
Nico stared at me. “You think something’s going to happen?”
I didn’t want to answer that, I had to assure him that it was just a feeling.
“Promise me,” I pleaded.
Nico held the key tighter. “Alright. I promise.”
We stood there for a long moment, although we were two men who loved the same woman in very different ways.
I felt peace that I could keep her safe.
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