Sam and Nora were childhood friends whose bond was sealed with an arranged marriage. But soon after, Sam’s warmth fades, leaving Nora alone in a cold, distant relationship.

His connection to Isabella, a woman from his past, casts a shadow over their marriage, fueling suspicions and driving them apart.

After a heartbreaking divorce, Nora tries to rebuild her life, and just as her high school crush, Daniel, reappears, offering hope for a fresh start, Nora finds herself entangled in a secret that could change everything.

As past emotions resurface and new complications arise, Nora must navigate the tangled web of love, loyalty, and deception.

Can she move on from Sam, or is their story far from over?

NORA'S POV

The rain was pouring hard, soaking me as I rushed into Sam’s company building. I had not taken my car because it was a trekkable distance, and I had not anticipated the rain.

My heels clicked against the marble floor, and my clothes were sticking to my skin, but none of that mattered. I held the watch tight under my coat, protecting it from the rain.

It was Sam's watch—a leather-strapped heirloom passed down from his father. He always wore it during important meetings, like a good luck charm. This morning, I saw it lying on the nightstand. He left in such a hurry, barely saying goodbye, that I knew he would need it today.

Genevieve had encouraged me to go to him. To show him this act of kindness. She believed it would touch her brother's heart.

He had been distant lately, colder, like the man I married was fading away. We used to be best friends, but now? Now, it felt like he barely knew me.

I knew it was pathetic to get my husband’s attention like this, but that’s what it was.

As the elevator doors closed, I glanced at my reflection in the metal panel. My hair was a mess, my makeup ruined, but I straightened my shoulders. Maybe giving him the watch would remind him. Of what, I wasn’t sure, but anything was better than this growing silence.

The elevator dinged, and the doors slid open to reveal the top floor of Sam’s office building. I stepped out, forcing a smile as I passed by a few familiar faces in the hallway.

"Morning, Mrs. Bennett," Anna, Sam's assistant, greeted me with her usual chipper tone.

"Morning, Anna," I replied, trying to keep my voice light. "Is Sam in his office?"

She nodded, her eyes flicking quickly to the watch in my hand. “Yes, but he’s preoccupied right now.”

"Of course he is," I muttered under my breath, pressing on.

I walked down the hall, my heels clicking against the marble floor, past the rows of glass-walled offices. I exchanged a quick nod with Roger from finance as I hurried toward Sam’s office at the end of the hall. My pace slowed as I neared the door. Something felt... off.

Then I saw it.

Draped over the arm of a chair outside Sam’s office was a woman’s coat. Deep burgundy. Cashmere. Expensive.

I stopped dead in my tracks. My heart thudded, and a chill crept up my spine.

I didn’t need to touch it to know whose it was. Isabella.

Her signature scent lingered in the air—jasmine and vanilla. The same scent she always wore back in college, back when Sam had first introduced her to us. My stomach tightened as the memories came rushing back.

It had been a warm spring afternoon. I had been sitting at a small café with Genevieve and Jacob, Sam’s cousin, laughing about something meaningless when Sam walked up. He had this confident grin plastered on his face, and trailing behind him was Isabella—tall, graceful, and stylish even then.

Genevieve had been the first to notice. She shot me a quick glance, raising an eyebrow. I knew exactly what she meant. Neither of us liked her instantly, though we couldn’t say why.

“Guys, this is Isabella,” Sam had said, introducing her as though she were someone we should already know. “We met in class last week. She’s new here.”

Isabella smiled politely, her perfect red lips curving as she extended a hand. Her dark hair cascaded down her back in effortless waves, and her white blouse tucked into fitted jeans gave her the appearance of being effortlessly chic.

“Nice to meet you,” she had said in that smooth, polished voice that always sounded like she was two steps ahead of everyone else.

“Nice to meet you too,” I had replied, my tone a little cooler than intended. Genevieve had merely nodded, her arms crossed as she eyed Isabella like she was a puzzle that didn’t quite fit.

Jacob, of course, had been immediately captivated, standing up to pull out a chair for her. “Sit, join us,” he had offered, too eagerly.

But Isabella hadn’t sat. Instead, she’d given a delicate laugh and said, “Maybe next time. I’ve got to run. Sam and I are heading to the library.”

And just like that, she had whisked Sam away, leaving us to wonder what had just happened.

I blinked, pulling myself back to the present. That same knot tightened in my stomach as I stared at her coat now, lying casually over the chair, like she belonged here.

Without thinking, I reached for the door and pushed it open.

The room was as impressive as ever—floor-to-ceiling windows with a view of the entire city, sleek furniture, and Sam standing by his desk, deep in conversation. His back was to me, but I knew that posture well—his broad shoulders, the crisp lines of his tailored suit. He was powerful, commanding, the kind of man who seemed to have everything under control.

But something was wrong.

“Sam,” I called softly, holding up the watch. “You forgot this.”

He turned slowly, and for a split second, his blue eyes met mine. There was a flicker of surprise, maybe regret, but it disappeared just as quickly, replaced by that familiar, guarded look. He didn’t even move to take the watch.

And then I saw her.

Isabella.

She stood up from the couch, that same knowing smile on her lips. Her dark hair cascaded down her shoulders, just as perfect as it had been in college, and she wore a sleek dress that clung to her figure in all the right places.

“Nora,” she said smoothly, her voice dripping with false warmth, “it’s been so long.”

I clenched the watch in my hand, forcing myself to smile. “Not long enough.”

Sam’s eyes flicked between us, but he didn’t say a word. He just stood there, silent, like I had interrupted something I wasn’t supposed to see.

“You didn’t need to bring the watch,” Sam finally said, his voice colder than I expected. “I wasn’t going to need it today. The meeting with the board was cancelled last minute”.

You could have told me that Sam, I thought to myself sadly.

I glanced at him and Isabella. The tension in the room was thick, suffocating. There was no mistaking it—whatever they were talking about before I arrived, I wasn’t meant to hear it.

“Well, you have it now,” I said, holding the watch out toward him. My hand trembled slightly, but I steadied it.

Isabella stepped closer, placing her hand on Sam’s arm, her red nails tapping softly against his sleeve. “Nora, how thoughtful of you,” she said, her voice sweet, but I knew better. “You look… well.”

Her words were like a dagger, twisting in my chest. I couldn’t take my eyes off her, and yet I couldn’t stand the sight of her either.

Sam finally walked over and took the watch from my hand, his fingers brushing mine for the briefest moment. It felt like he was a million miles away.

Sam glanced at Isabella, then back at me, his face unreadable. “We’ve been making progress on the project. Isabella’s been a huge help.”

I could barely focus on his words. All I saw was the way Isabella leaned into him, her hand still on his arm. My throat tightened, but I forced myself to respond. “I’m sure she has.”

Isabella laughed, the sound soft and dangerous. “Remember that night in Paris, Sam? We should do it again when this is all over.”

My heart stopped. Paris. That was where Sam and I had spent our honeymoon. Now it felt tainted, like a memory twisted into something ugly. I looked at Sam, waiting for him to say something, anything, to make it better. But he didn’t deny it.

The silence between us stretched thin, and I realized—this was it. This was the moment where everything I had feared was staring me in the face. The watch in my hand felt heavy, like a symbol of all the things slipping away.

I swallowed hard, my throat dry. “I’ll let you get back to your meeting.”

But as I turned to leave, I couldn’t shake the feeling that whatever was going on here, it wasn’t just a business meeting.

And it wasn’t over. Not by a long shot.

Isabella’s voice stopped me.

“Nora, you seem pale. Are you alright?” Her words were a challenge, daring me to crumble.

I paused, but I wouldn’t let her see how much she affected me emotionally. I turned back and met her gaze. “I’m fine. Thank you for asking.”

With that, I walked out, not bothering to look back at Sam. The door clicked shut behind me, and I let out a breath I didn’t realise I was holding.

As I walked down the hallway, my chest tightened. I didn’t know if I was losing Sam to his work or to Isabella, but either way, he was slipping away. And I had no idea how to get him back. The thought of divorce crept into my mind, a dark, unwelcome presence that I quickly pushed away.

But as I walked down that hallway, I couldn’t help but wonder if maybe—just maybe—divorce was exactly what Sam wanted.

NORA'S POV

My chest felt tight, as I walked down the brightly lit hallway, and I had to fight back the tears. The sight of Isabella sitting with Sam, laughing, had torn me apart. They looked like they shared something private, something I would never be a part of. I clutched my coat tighter, trying to pull myself together.

When I got close to the elevator, I spotted Jacob leaning against the wall, arms crossed, looking smug. The same look he always had when he saw me. We had grown up in the same neighbourhood, the same big sprawling mansions, the same schools. Sam, Jacob, Genevieve and I all used to be friends,but things had changed over the years. Jacob had always had a way of making me feel small.

“Leaving already?” Jacob sneered, his eyes narrowing. “You’re not fooling anyone, Nora. You’re just holding Sam back, and everyone knows it.”

I froze. His words stung harder than usual. Maybe it was because of what happened earlier—Jacob was Sam's best friend. Maybe he knew something I didn't. That hollow feeling in my chest returned.

“What are you talking about?” I whispered, my voice barely there.

Jacob stepped closer, his eyes cold. “You act like you can actually be a part of his life but all you do is embarrassyourself. Showing up unannounced, clinging to him—no wonder he’s spending time with someone who gets him.”

I wanted to say something, anything, but my throat tightened. I had grown used to Jacob’s bullying, his sharp words, but today they hurt more because of what I had saw in Sam's office.

“You don’t know anything about us,” I said weakly, though I wasn’t sure I believed it myself.

“You just can’t help but ruin everything, can you? Maybe if you stopped clinging to him like some lovesick puppy, you’d realize you’re the problem, not him”, Jacob yelled.

“He's my husband!” I snapped.

Jacob’s smirk widened. “Not for long. You think you can compete with Isabella? She’s everything you’re not—confident, successful. You? You’re just in the way.”

His words cut deeper than ever. He didn’t have to say more. I had seen it myself today, Sam and Isabella, laughing, talking like they understood each other. My mind raced; the walls felt like they were closing in. I pushed past Jacob, my legs shaky, and ran out into the pouring rain, the cold drops mixing with the tears I didn’t even know I’d started shedding.

My phone buzzed. I fumbled with the wet screen and answered. It was Genevieve, Sam’s sister, her voice bright with excitement.

“Nora! How did it go? So, how did he react when you brought him the watch? I’m sure this was the perfect chance for you two to talk!”

I squeezed my eyes shut, holding back my tears. Genevieve didn’t know how bad things were. “React? He barely looked at me! Do you know what it’s like to be invisible in front of the person you love the most?”

I could picture her now, probably curled up on that old floral couch we used to sit on as kids in her room, our legs draped over the armrest as we gossiped about everything and nothing. Genevieve was the one who never gave up on anything—always the one pushing me to fight for what mattered. But this wasn’t the same. I couldn’t just “fix” it this time.

Genevieve paused. “What? But… the watch. I thought it would make him appreciative and notice how much you care about him.”

“It didn’t,” I said flatly. “It only reminded me how much I’m losing him. He’s with her, Genevieve. Isabella’s back.”

There was a gasp on the other end. “Isabella? Are you sure? Maybe it’s not what you think—”

“It’s exactly what I think,” I cut her off, my voice cold. “You set me up for this, hoping things would get better, but all it’s done is make me realize how hopeless everything is!”

“Nora…” Genevieve called.

“I’m so sorry, Gen. I didn’t mean to-”

“It’s okay. I know.”

There was a heavy silence on the line. I knew Genevieve was trying to figure out what to say. We never liked Isabella, not since the day she and Sam started getting close back in college. She always had a way of making everyone feel small, like they didn’t belong.

We’d whispered about her late into the night, our heads resting on pillows, talking about how she wasn’t right for him. How she’d never be. But now she was back, and I was the one being pushed out.

I knew she did not know what to say and I didn’t give her a chance to respond.

“I have to go,” I said before Genevieve could try to argue or offer more advice. I couldn’t take it. Not now. I ended the call, my fingers trembling as I dropped the phone into my bag. The rain soaked through my jacket, but I didn’t care. It matched the cold, sinking feeling in my chest

The walk home was a blur. By the time I reached the house, I was soaked and freezing. My body trembled, my mind a mess. I changed out of my wet clothes, barely able to stop shivering. I crawled into bed, pulling the covers tightly around me, desperate to feel some warmth.

I laid in bed thinking and reminiscing, tired from everything happening and wishing things could go back to how they were.

I must have fallen asleep at some point because when I woke up, the room was dim, the bedside lamp casting a soft glow.

I felt a warm hand gently stroking my back. My body stiffened, and I slowly turned to see Sam sitting beside me. His hand traced soft circles on my skin, like he used to do when things were good between us. I laid still as he planted kisses on my arms and my back moving to my neck.

Without a word, he placed his hand inside my shirt, his fingers roaming all over my stomach. I trembled slightly as he moved, teasing me. His fingers caressing my navel and then moving down just above my panties. I shivered but said nothing.

I laid there remembering the days when I loved him. It wasn’t always like this. We had been good friends, Sam and I. He was my best friend's older brother, the one who teased me, who made me laugh. Who protected me from Jacob. I had even once had a crush on him, but it was never real love. Not then.

Our parents arranged the marriage. At first, I hadn't been thrilled with the idea, but with time, things changed. Slowly, I fell for him—for his kindness, his gentle ways. The small things. The way he always brought me tea in the mornings or held my hand when I was scared.

My body began to respond to his touch. I arched my back slightly, rubbing against his groin. I inhaled deeply as I felt his erection. He wanted me. I wanted him too but how do I let go?

His hand began to fondle my breasts and I was losing it. My nipples were erect and hard now. All I wanted was for him to kiss me.

“Eleanora,” he whispered, his voice soft and full of concern. “I’m here. Talk to me, love.”

He didn't stop caressing my breasts or pressing into me. There was a hot liquid in between the folds of my thighs by this time and I parted my legs slightly.

The way he said my full name—it used to mean something special, a sign of our closeness. But now, it felt like a cruel reminder of how far we’d drifted apart.

I wanted to ask him why he was with Isabella. But when he touched me like that, a small part of me still longed for the connection we used to have. I sank into him and let him hold me for a moment, feeling my resolve weaken.

He kissed my hair and I chuckled.

“I'm sorry baby, thank you for bringing the watch for me”, he said softly, leaning to kiss me tenderly on the lips.

I grabbed his face in between my hands and kissed him back with vigour, feeling the taste of coffee on his lips, our tongues intertwining.

He paused and looked at me and I could see unbridled lust in his eyes.

“I miss you Sam”, I said.

“I miss you too honey,” he said and then pulled off my shirt, his hands cupping my breast.

I let out a gasp as he sucked it, thinking how long it had been since we made love. I began to unbuckle his belt and pulled down his trousers, wrapping my hand around the rigid part of him. I felt it in my hand and threw my head back and his tongue caressed my nipples.

Just then, his phone rang out loudly.

“Don't answer”, I begged, my voice a whisper, breathless with passion.

Sam dug his hand into his pocket and retrieved the phone. I saw the caller ID show “Isabella” before he climbed out of bed.

I felt stung instantly and the memory of her laughing with him, her hand lingering on his arm, made something snap inside me. I couldn’t do this anymore. I couldn’t pretend. Who was I fooling? Jacob was right.

With a sudden burst of strength, I yelled, “Stop. Just stop.”

Sam looked at me, confused, ending the call. “What’s wrong? Why are you acting like this?”

I wanted to tell him everything, to unburden all my feelings but the words would not come out.

He reached out and held my arm. “Eleanora…baby you can talk to me”.

I sat up, shrugging off his hand from my arm, irritated, my heart pounding. “I want a divorce,” I said, the words tumbling out before I could stop them.

Sam’s face went pale. “A divorce? You cannot be serious Nora!”

“But I am serious”, I yelled. “I’ve been thinking about this for a while, we don’t need to keep deceiving ourselves that we can make this work”.

The silence stretched between us, thick and heavy. I didn’t know what would happen next, but I knew one thing—I couldn’t go on like this.

“Okay, then.” Sam said quietly and left the room.

NORA'S POV

Sam walked out without looking back, leaving behind the thick silence of our bedroom. I sat frozen for a moment, the words I had just said ringing in my ears.

I had expected some form of reaction from Sam. Anything but coldness. Why wouldn't he fight for us?

In the middle of the night, I went downstairs to find him sleeping on the couch. I sighed and went back up with a broken heart.

Divorce. The word still hung in the air, heavy and impossible to take back. I sat down at the computer and sent an email to my lawyer to get the papers ready. I had toyed with the idea for months but now, it was reality.

I stood up and went to the window, staring out into the night. The cold air from the river about a mile away wafted into the room bringing with it the scent of water and the shouts of seamen. I looked at the garden below that extended to the dock that we never used. I let out a shaky breath, trying to collect myself. I’d done it. There was no undoing it now. The marriage was over.

The next morning, I woke up to the sound of my phone buzzing on the nightstand. My lawyer’s name flashed across the screen.

“Ms. Bennett, the papers are ready. Should I send them to Mr. Bennett's office?” her voice was crisp, businesslike.

“Yes, that’s fine,” I said, my voice hoarse. “Send them today.”

I hung up and sighed, staring at the ceiling. There it was—formal, final. A few signatures on a stack of papers, and our marriage would be nothing but a legal transaction.

I went downstairs and found that Sam was gone. He hadn't even bothered to say good morning. At least before we spoke formally. Today, he left without a word. I swallowed.

No more pretending. He would get the papers today, and then... what? Would he fight it? Would he even care?

I wasn’t sure I wanted to know the answer.

I moved around the bedroom, slowly packing my things into boxes. Each item I touched seemed to hold a memory of the life we used to share. I tossed my clothes into my suitcase, the movements mechanical, my thoughts far away.

I opened a drawer and found the small, wooden box that held my painting tools. My hands paused as I ran my fingers over the old brushes and inks.

I’m not a failure, I reminded myself. I still had my talent, my passion. Once I was out of this house, away from Sam and all the weight that came with him, I could finally focus on myself again. I moved to the basement and found some of my paintings that were wrapped and collecting dust down there.

Just as I was sealing the last box of my paintings, there was a knock at the door. I opened it to find Jacob standing there, his usual smug expression plastered on his face.

“So, it's true,” he sneered. “You and Sam are actually getting a divorce.”

I crossed my arms, refusing to give him the reaction he was looking for. “What do you want, Jacob?”

He leaned against the doorframe, that infuriating smirk never leaving his face. “I just came to see how long it would take for you to finally ruin everything. Sam’s better off without you. I mean, let’s be real—everyone knew you couldn’t keep him.”

“I know you are here to gloat…” I started.

He cut me off rudely, “oh but of course Eleanora,” he said and laughed sarcastically.

I felt a spark of anger flare in my chest. Jacob had always been like this, always trying to make me feel small, but not today.

“You know what, Jacob?” I stepped closer, my voice steady. “You’re right. Sam probably is better off without me. And you know what? So am I. I don’t need him. I don’t need any of you.”

Jacob blinked, taken aback by my words. He wasn’t used to me fighting back, but I was done playing the victim.

“Now, if you don’t mind,” I said, stepping back to shut the door, “I have a new life to get started on. And trust me, it’s going to be better than anything you could imagine.”

I slammed the door in his face before he could respond, my heart racing. For the first time in a long time, I felt like I had taken back some control. I wasn’t going to let people like Jacob make me feel worthless anymore. I was done.

I was inside feeling triumphant and shaky when my phone rang. It was my lawyer. I took a deep breath and braced myself for impact. I had a glimmer of hope that maybe Sam would contest the divorce. Maybe drag it out.

I was wrong. Sam had signed the papers. My heart broke.

I decided to hasten my moving process and worked tirelessly packing my life into boxes. Towards evening, exhausted, I sat down to unwind with a bottle of red wine.

While scrolling through my phone, I saw a new post from Isabella on Pictory. I froze, staring at the picture of her and Sam at some fancy event, all smiles and champagne. They were sitting together, smiling at the camera, her hand around his, leaning into him. When had they taken this photo?!

The caption made my heart sink:

“New chapter ahead! So excited for what’s next! #togetheragain #partnership #grateful”

The comments were full of congratulations. People were cheering them on, talking like she was finally going to get what she always wanted. Some speculated that Sam had proposed to her. Like she deserved to be with Sam all along. They didn’t know the truth, how Sam and I had been falling apart for months. They just saw her—Isabella, the confident, successful one—and me? I was the one being forgotten.

I shivered and stood up, walking to the window. The rain had stopped, but the sky was still gray, reflecting my mood. Without thinking, I pulled off my wedding ring and stared at it. This little band had once meant everything to me. Now, it was just a reminder of everything I had lost.

I opened the window and, with a flick of my wrist, threw the ring out. It landed somewhere in the garden below, disappearing from sight. I didn’t care where it went. I just needed it gone.

I was finishing the last of the packing when I heard another knock. I opened the door to see Genevieve, her face soft with concern. She stepped in and pulled me into a hug before I could say anything.

She looked around the room, her eyes landing on the packed boxes. “So...where are you going? After the divorce, I mean.”