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THEME:A STORY THAT TALKS ABOUT HER HIDDEN DARKNESS š³ļøš³ļø
CHAPTER 17&18
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Cathy POV
After Jude left, my heart became restless. Thoughts kept swirling in my head like a storm that refused to calm. I tried to distract myself ā washed the dishes, arranged the flowers Jasper had gotten me that morning ā but nothing worked. The moment I sat down, the voices of doubt came rushing back. My chest grew heavy, my eyes stung.
Jasper noticed, of course. He always did. He came out to where I sat in the garden, the moonlight spilling softly over the both of us. Without saying a word, he wrapped his arms around me from behind and pulled me close.
"Hey, love," he whispered, his voice gentle and full of concern. "What's the matter?"
I leaned into his warmth but couldn't meet his eyes. "Babeā¦ can I ask you something?"
"Anything, my love," he said with that reassuring smile that usually melted all my fears.
I hesitated for a long moment, breathing deeply before I spoke. "Do youā¦ do you know Phyna?"
At the mention of the name, his eyes flickered ā just for a second ā but he quickly composed himself. "Yes," he said softly, "she was my dad's best friend's daughter."
Something about the calmness in his tone made me decide to tell him everything. My voice trembled as I spoke. "Actually, James saidā¦ that you were the cause of her death." My eyes watered. "Even though Phyna was rich, she always made time for me. She loved me like a sister. So please, Jasper, if you killed herā¦ please confess. I just want the truth."
The silence that followed broke me more than any answer could have. But when I finally looked at him, what I saw wasn't guilt ā it was deep, unfiltered pain.
"Cathyā¦" he began, voice quivering. "I never killed her."
Tears rolled down his cheeks as he took my hands in his. "At seventeen, I didn't even know how to swim. She was teaching me. Phyna was my coachā¦ my friend. She cared for me in a way no one else did back then, and I promised her that one day, when we were older, I would marry her." His lips trembled at the memory.
"One day," he continued, "James and Phyna begged me to join them for a sail on our dads' cruise ship. I didn't want to go, but after they pleaded for so long, I agreed." His eyes darkened. "It was supposed to be a day of fun. But thenā¦ they came."
"Who?" I asked in a whisper.
"Kidnappers," he said, his voice cracking. "They attacked the ship and took me and Phyna away. We begged for mercy. We promised to give them everything, but they said only one of us could leave alive. I told them to take me instead, but she refused. She screamed at them to let me go."
Tears streamed down his face now, falling freely. "They told us to play a game to decide who would live. Andā¦ she lost on purpose." His voice broke completely. "She smiled at me, Cathy. She smiledā¦ and before I could do anything, they drowned her right before my eyes."
My breath hitched. I covered my mouth, unable to stop my sobs. Jasper's hands trembled as he reached for me.
"Since that day," he said shakily, "I've lived with that memory. I hated myself for not saving her. I thought I was a monster, Cathy. Not because I killed herā¦ but because I couldn't save her."
Without thinking, I threw my arms around him. He held me tightly, his chest heaving against mine as we both cried. The pain in his voice, the way his tears fell ā I could feel the truth in them.
"I'm so sorry," I whispered. "I promise I will never believe anyone over you again, my love. I know you didn't kill her."
He buried his face in my shoulder, his tears soaking my dress. "Thank you," he whispered brokenly. "Thank you for believing me."
That night, we held each other under the pale glow of the moon, mourning a past that had haunted him for years. I cried not just for Phyna, but for Jasper ā for the boy who had once lost everything, and for the man who still carried that pain.
And as the night wind brushed past us, I silently promised that no matter what darkness came next, I would never let him face it alone again.
(Author POV)
Phyna and Cathy had been inseparable since childhood ā two souls bound by a friendship that felt more like sisterhood than companionship. Though Phyna was older, she never treated Cathy as a child. Instead, she guided her, protected her, and made her feel seen in a world that often ignored her.
Their bond was something rare ā pure, loyal, and unshakable. They shared everything: secrets whispered under the stars, laughter that echoed through empty hallways, and dreams too big for their small world. Phyna would always say, "No matter what happens, Cathy, you'll never be alone as long as I breathe."
And Cathy believed her.
Phyna's kindness wasn't just a habit ā it was who she was. She had a warmth that could melt even the coldest hearts. She always made time for Cathy, even when her own life was overflowing with responsibilities and expectations from her wealthy family.
Their friendship wasn't built on material things or shared interests ā it was built on understanding. When Cathy cried, Phyna held her. When Phyna was overwhelmed, Cathy listened. Together, they were a balance ā light and calm, laughter and comfort.
But the day Phyna died, something inside Cathy broke forever. It wasn't just the loss of a friend; it was the loss of a sister, a part of her soul. No amount of time or success could ever fill that void. And though Cathy tried to move on, there were nights she'd still whisper into the silence, hoping Phyna could somehow hear her:
"I miss you, Phynaā¦ you promised I'd never be alone."
Little did Cathy know that Phyna's death was not an accident ā and that the truth buried beneath it would one day return, bringing back both love and pain she thought she'd buried for good.
Jasper POV
After mourning Phyna with my beloved Cathy until she finally fell asleep in my arms, I quietly stood up, kissed her forehead, and walked outside to make a call. The night breeze brushed against my skin as I dialed James' number, my mind restless.
"James, I'd love you to investigate and trail Jude's movements for me. He's actingā¦ suspicious," I said in a low, serious tone.
There was a pause on the line. "Okay, buddy, but why are you suspecting your own brother?" James asked, his voice filled with concern.
"I don't know," I replied softly, running a hand through my hair. "Something about him doesn't feel right. I can sense it. He's planning somethingāI just don't know what."
"Alright," James finally said. "I'll handle it first thing tomorrow morning."
When the call ended, I stood there in silence, staring up at the stars that reminded me of Cathy's eyes. "He's acting so weird," I muttered. "And I must get to the root of this."
I walked back inside and lay beside Cathy, wrapping my arm around her as sleep slowly pulled me in. But that nightā¦ my dream was anything but peaceful.
In that dream, Cathy was leaving me. Her eyes were cold, her voice distant. She turned her back and walked away with our twins, ignoring my cries as I begged her to stay. No matter how much I shouted, she never looked back. My knees hit the ground, and I screamed her name until my voice broke. The pain in that dream was so raw, so real ā it burned into my chest like fire.
When I jolted awake, my heart was pounding fast. I reached for Cathy instinctively ā but the space beside me was empty. My breath hitched. I sat up quickly, scanning the room.
"Cathy?" I called softly. No response.
I rushed to the twins' room ā it was empty too. Their beds were neatly made, but there were no signs of them anywhere. The toys were still there, the clothes untouched. It was as if they had vanished into thin air.
Confused and terrified, I searched every corner of the house. That's when I saw it ā a folded piece of paper on the dining table. My hands trembled as I picked it up. The handwritingā¦ it was familiar. Too familiar.
It was Jude's.
And the message was short but enough to freeze my heart.
"You will lose everything. I promise."
The paper fell from my hands as a deep chill ran through my veins. My own brotherā¦ the person I once trusted more than myselfā¦ had become my greatest enemy.
I sank to the floor, clutching my chest, my heart breaking in disbelief. "Why, Jude?" I whispered. "Why would you do this?"
That night, for the first time in years, I felt fear ā not for myself, but for Cathy and our children.
Cathy POV
I woke up this morning, I saw myself in a room that was not mine. My head felt heavy, and for a moment, I couldn't remember how I got there. The walls were strange ā painted in dark colors I had never seen before, and the air smelled faintly of cologne and fear.
Turning to my side, I saw my children sleeping peacefully beside me. "Lucasā¦ Lunaā¦" I whispered, touching their faces gently. They were breathing fine, but they looked too calm ā almost like they'd been drugged. Panic began to rise inside me.
I got up quickly and rushed to the door, trying to open it, but it was locked from the outside. I started knocking hard. "Hello?! Is anyone out there?! Please open the door!" My voice echoed in the large, empty room, but no one answered.
My heart pounded fast as I kept banging the door, desperate for a response. Then suddenly, I heard footsteps ā slow, steady, confident. The sound made my blood run cold.
The lock clicked. The door creaked open.
I stepped back, holding my breath, and then I saw him.
"Judeeeā¦" I said softly, my voice trembling with panic as tears gathered in my eyes.
He leaned against the doorframe, wearing a black leather jacket and trousers, a cold smirk resting on his lips, his eyes filled with something dark and dangerous.
"Welcome back home, darling."
Watch out for chapter 19
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