"Madisyn, I need to know!" Joey's voice trembled with urgency, her eyes searching Madisyn's for answers. "You don't deserve to know!" Madisyn shot back, her voice cracking as tears welled up in her eyes. "Not after you broke up with me!" Her words dissolved into sobs, her chest heaving with the weight of her emotions. "Please," Joey's voice softened, filled with desperation. "Just tell me… is the kid you're pregnant with mine or is it my brother's?" --- Madisyn had always envisioned a simple, colorful life. She dreamed of nurturing her children with love and being a devoted mother, building the family she had always longed for. After years of falling for the wrong men, she thought she had finally found the perfect one, the man who would complete her picture of happiness. But she had made a grave mistake. In her eagerness for love, she had handed over her heart too quickly, trusting too easily. It was a mistake that would cost her dearly when he abandoned her at the altar, leaving her humiliated on what was supposed to be the happiest day of her life. As if that betrayal wasn’t enough, she soon uncovered the bitter truth: his love had never been real. He had faked every tender word, every promise of forever. But fate has a way of balancing the scales. Madisyn knew that revenge was a dish best served cold, and what could be more satisfying than turning to the one person her ex hated most? His own brother. Dating his brother wasn't just about moving on; it was about reclaiming her power. It was about showing him that she could rise from the ashes he left behind and find love in the most unexpected place—right under his nose.
Her heart shattered, each broken piece scattering like fragments of glass as she stood frozen in the doorway unable to move or to speak. She was totally taken back by the view.
The tears she had fought to suppress, the ones she had tamed and buried deep, now erupted like a dam finally bursting.
Her vision blurred until she could barely see anything beyond the haze of her grief and fury.
How did I deserve this?
she thought, her chest tightening.
'I must have been a monster in my past life to warrant this much pain.'
The room was a grotesque parody of what it should have been between her and Joey. Almost a life's joke.
Petals and flowers adorned every surface, the sweet scent of roses mingling with the soft flicker of candles that lined the room, their glow casting a mockery of romance.
Each of those detail was planned by her and now was part of something that turned against life.