CHAPTER ONE
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Abigail stood frozen, staring in disbelief as she saw her supposed lover kissing another girl. A sharp pain pierced through her soul, and tears began to well up in her eyes. Without saying a word, she turned around and walked away, heartbroken and shattered. She couldn’t believe Derick could do such a thing to her. Her mind kept going back and forth, trying to make sense of what she had just witnessed.
When she got home, her heart still heavy, she found Sarah sitting in the parlour.
Sarah looked up, instantly concerned when she saw the tears streaming down Abigail’s face.
“Sis, what’s the matter?” she asked in a worried tone, her eyes scanning Abigail’s pale, tear-streaked face.
“I just… well… umm…” Abigail stuttered, choking on her tears. Before she could say another word, Sarah rushed over and wrapped her in a comforting hug. Abigail broke down in her arms, the weight of her emotions too much to bear.
“It’s okay, it’s okay, don’t cry,” Sarah whispered, gently rubbing her back. “Please, Abigail, talk to me. What’s going on?”
“I can’t believe he did that to me,” Abigail cried. “Is it my fault? Did I do something wrong?” Her voice trembled as questions flooded her mind. Sarah held her tighter, trying to soothe her.
“What happened, Abigail? You’re scaring me. Please say something. Is it Derick? Did he break up with you?” Sarah asked, worry etched all over her face.
“He… he cheated on me,” Abigail finally said through sobs.
Sarah froze in shock, unable to process what she had just heard. She had always supported their relationship. She saw Derick as the brother she never had, and this news shattered her too.
“What? Derick cheated on you? Why? How? When?” she asked, still trying to wrap her head around it.
“I saw him,” Abigail said, her voice barely a whisper. “At the coffee shop… kissing another girl. I couldn’t say anything. I just left.”
More tears streamed down her cheeks as the memory replayed in her mind. Sarah’s heart broke for her sister she knew how much Abigail loved Derick. They had even talked about their future together, their wedding and now everything had fallen apart.
“What?! How dare he do that to you? Is he crazy or something? You need to get up, go to your room, and freshen up. I don't like seeing you in this state.” She said while wiping my tears and hugging me tightly, concern and rage burning in her eyes. I nodded and headed to my room, doing as my sister asked.
After a few minutes, I heard a knock on my door. It was Sarah, wearing a mini blue sexy dress adorned with rhinestones that perfectly complemented her blonde hair. Her makeup was flawless, and the white heels she wore elongated her already beautiful legs. She looked absolutely stunning.
“Sarah, where are you off to look this beautiful?” I asked, still admiring her glow.
“Well girl, we need to bounce back from this mess you’re in. So, I decided we’re going out tonight. Pick your sexiest outfit and get ready, because we’re going to party our pain away—and show Derick exactly what he’s missing.” She smiled at me, her tone both gentle and commanding.
I was hesitant at first. But then I thought, *Why cry over someone who doesn’t care?* I needed the distraction. So, I nodded.
“Okay, sis. I’m coming. Let me get dressed and I’ll meet you downstairs.”
She left, and I turned to my closet, determined to find the perfect outfit. I sifted through several options before landing on *the* dress: a red-hot mini dress with an open back and ruffles that hugged my body just right. I slipped it on, did my makeup, and styled my hair in a low bun, leaving two soft strands framing my face.
After slipping on my red heels, I glanced at myself in the mirror. For a moment, I didn’t even recognize the woman staring back, I looked different, Confident and Beautiful. I admired myself for a second longer, then headed downstairs to meet Sarah.
When she saw me, her eyes widened in shock and awe.
“Abigail, I told you to look beautiful, not this beautiful. This kind of beauty could land you in jail. Gosh! You look stunning.” She showered me with praise, and I couldn’t help but blush.
We stepped out to head to the club , the streets light cascading down giving a golden glow as we headed to the club. The music pulsed through the walls, before we reached the entrance.
As soon as Sarah and I walked the the bass music hit my chest and the colourful lights moved around the room. Bodies swayed on the dance floor, laughter echoed through the bar, and for the first time in days, I felt alive again.
Drinks flowed easily. We danced, laughed, and lost ourselves in the music. But as I moved to the rhythm, I felt eyes on me. It was Intense and Unapologetic. I turned slightly and there he was. Tall, broad-shouldered, with dark, tousled hair and piercing eyes that seemed to cut through the crowd and land right on me. He wasn’t just attractive, he was magnetic. Dressed in all black, with a quiet confidence that made him stand out without even trying.
Our eyes locked.
He moved toward me, unhurried but certain. No words at first, just a hand extended in invitation. I took it.
We danced.
It wasn’t just dancing, it was like we were speaking a language only the two of us understood. Heat radiated between us, and every touch sent a current through my veins. His hand rested low on my back, his breath warm against my ear. Still, no names. No introductions. Just tension and a connection that felt dangerously perfect.
By the end of the night, without a word spoken about who we were, we ended up leaving together.The hotel room was a blur of heat, passion, and impulse. It wasn’t about love. It wasn’t even about revenge. It was about escape. For one night, I wasn’t the heartbroken girl crying in her room. I was desired, free, and untouchable. We never exchanged names. We didn’t ask questions. And by morning, he was gone.
But the way he made me feel like I was the only woman in the world for those few hours stayed with me.
And I had n
o idea just how much that one night would change everything.
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