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CHAPTER 0093 

CHAPTER 0093 

Meadow’s POV: 

All the breath escaped my lungs. 

Together. 

In. 

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Vegas. 

They were together in Vegas and she asked him to let her go? Right after Alaric had picked a fight with 

me and made me feel stupid for wanting my sister to be released? 

I had never seen Alaric get drunk before, but he did with Yvonne. And he told her things that he wasn’t 

supposed to. 

To the public eye, Alaric was supposed to be in love with me. And that included Yvonne and his family. 

Getting drunk with his ex was not only disrespectful, but embarrassing. 

Did they… Did he touch her? Fuck her? 

Bile rose up my throat. 

No. He wouldn’t do that. 

“Oh god, Meadow…” Yvonne whispered, slamming her palm over her mouth. “I didn’t mean to. I thought he must’ve mentioned it to you already.” 

For a moment, I was quiet. My insides were raging, but I maintained a calmness I didn’t know I was capable of. I picked up my drink, and took the first sip. 

I swallowed, holding the glass up to glare into it. I hated it. I hated the taste of cranberries, and right now, it even tasted more like bile on my tongue. But I took another sip, and another. Until I had nearly downed everything. 

And then I dropped the glass back onto the table, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. Yvonne would use a napkin, but I wasn’t her. 

And I didn’t care about being her anymore. 

Fuck her. Fuck Alaric. 

Worry flickered across my aunt’s face. Fake worry, probably. If she was so eager to tell me that she was with Alaric, then she couldn’t have been too worried that I seemed upset. 

“Nothing happened, okay? I swear it. I would never…” she sighed. “I would never do that to you, Meadow. I 

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love you so much.” 

I looked down at the glass. “Do you still love him?” The words croaked out of my throat before I even 

realized I was speaking. 

“What?” Yvonne asked, feigning ignorance. 

“You heard me, Yvonne. I need to know that I don’t have to worry about you eventually ruining everything and running your mouth all because of your feelings for Alaric.” I paused, swallowing. “So, do you still love him? Do you have feelings for him?” 

She didn’t say anything at first, and my stomach twisted with dread as I waited for her response. I tried to convince myself that I was just trying to protect myself, but the truth was I didn’t know what I was scared of the most–Alaric finding out about my father, or Yvonne being in love with him. And even worse, Alaric being in love with her too. 

Yvonne’s throat bobbed as she swallowed, and my gaze dropped to her hands–she was nervously wringing them. 

And then, she finally spoke. “Meadow… you have to understand that I was with Alaric during a very dark time in his life. He wasn’t always like this, you know? He could feel. But then, all of a sudden, he couldn’t. 

And that was when I came into the picture.” 

My throat tightened. 

“What we had was… it was real. Until it wasn’t, I suppose. And even though I’m the one to blame, he also-” 

“That’s not what I asked,” I snapped, unable to take it anymore. Unable to listen to her stories of how in love they were with each other. I’d heard it from Ingrid this morning, and I wasn’t going to sit here and 

listen to more. “Do. You. Love. Him?” 

“I always held hope that we would come back together one day, but then I found out he was getting married, and I found out it was you and I just…” she sighed. “I do have feelings for him, Meadow.” 

A soft gasp escaped my mouth. I expected this answer already, but hearing it out loud just… my chest 

panged 

“But he doesn’t, okay?” She started to reach for my hands but I snatched them from the table. “Alaric has you now, and that’s what matters. And I know you’re worried about me telling him about us, but I won’t.” 

“That doesn’t change the fact that you still have feelings for my husband and his mother keeps saying your damn name in my ears. Why did you come back here? Because you found out he was getting 

married?” 

She didn’t hesitate. “Yes.” 

Crossing my arms in front of my chest, I arched a brow. “Okay. Now you know Alaric’s married to me. So 

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why are you still here? And why was Ingrid talking about you living with her?” 

This time, a small grin pulled at the corner of her mouth. “Well, I just expanded your mom’s boutique business, to Lousiana two years ago, and now, I’m opening up shop here in Seattle. I wish you’d come for the official opening.” 

My lips parted. My mom used to own a boutique–not that she needed it to make money. Though I suppose that was why she never took it serious. Yvonne used to talk about reopening it and making it into something bigger. 

And it looked like she succeeded on that front. 

However, the fact that I was proud of her didn’t numb that feeling in my chest. 

“And about Ingrid… you have to admit, she’s a bit lonely in that house all by herself. But she’s like a mother to me, so…” 

I scoffed, looking away from her. 

Of course Ingrid treated her like she was her daughter. She said it herself. Yvonne was supposed to be her daughter–in–law. 

God. 

How the fuck did I get caught up in all this? And why wasn’t I dusting my hands and feet and backing out 

of the contract? 

No. 

I couldn’t leave. That would just make me look weak. If I left, Ingrid, Yvonne, Juniper, and even Tyler 

would win. I couldn’t let them win. 

I would not let them win. 

Yvonne checked her wristwatch, eyes widening slightly. “Oh my, I have to meet up with my manager!” Her gaze darted to me. “We should-” 

“I’ll take care of the bill,” I cut in. “You can go. But there’s one more favor I need you to do for me.” 

Yvonne raised her brows expectantly. “Of course. Anything for you, Meadow.” 

Running my hand through my hair, I leaned forward, sporting a small smirk on my face even as my jaw 

ticked. 

And, lowering my voice, I said: 

“Stay the fuck away from me and my husband.” 

Yvonne jerked back, a soft gasp escaping her mouth as her eyes widened. She wasn’t expecting that, and 

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it made the look on her face even more priceless. 

Something flashed in her eyes and she started to frown, but then she forced a smile that didn’t reach her 

eyes. 

“Course,” she murmured. “I’ll send you both a special invite to my opening soon. Hoping to see you, 

Meadow.” 

And then she stood up and walked away from the table. I didn’t turn to watch her leave, I just sat there, 

my heart beating a thousand miles per second. 

If that was what being territorial felt like, then holy hell… 

That was fucking exhilarating. 

Despite myself, I felt a smile tug at both sides of my mouth. But that smile disappeared the moment I saw that disrespectful waiter approach me with an iPad in hand. 

He smirked at me. “Did you enjoy your time here, Miss?” 

“Mrs.” I bit out, snatching the bill from his hand. After I paid, he walked back to the counter to confirm 

and then returned with the receipt. 

His fingers intentionally grazed mine as he handed it to me, and when I shot him a glare, he winked at me. And it was only after he walked away that I looked down at the receipt. And I saw it. 

The numbers–his phone number–that had been written behind the paper, along with a note: 

‘No marriage is ever that serious, beautiful.‘ 

I crumbled the piece of paper in my hand, feeling red hot anger rise up my chest, along with annoyance. I should’ve gone to speak to his manager about this, but I didn’t. 

Because all of a sudden, a brilliant idea popped in my mind. 

Feeling a little defiant, I uncrumpled the paper, folded it neatly, and then secretly stuck it into my bra. 

If Alaric felt like he could do whatever he wanted, then so could I 

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Fallen Summary & Review: Fallen

Meadow Russell arrives at an upscale hotel, heart fluttering with excitement and nerves. She’s about to marry the love of her life, Tyler, in a small, private ceremony — just the two of them. Clutching her bag, she approaches the front desk with a smile. “Hi, I have a reservation. Meadow Russell.”

But from the very first second, something feels off.

The receptionist’s red-painted lips curl into a mocking sneer, and her colleague exchanges a strange look with her. Meadow’s cheerful tone falters as confusion settles in. The woman scoffs, “You’re kidding, right?” The disbelief in her tone makes Meadow’s stomach twist. She frowns, insisting there must be a mistake, but both receptionists continue to look at her with something close to pity — and something else she can’t quite name.

Then comes the shocker.

According to the hotel records, she’s already checked in. Two hours ago. With a man. The receptionist even claims to have spoken with her — complimenting her “cute top.” The same white crop top with the word “BRIDE” written across it that she’s wearing now.

Meadow tries to rationalize it. Maybe Tyler had checked in under her name. Maybe it’s a simple mix-up. She laughs nervously and explains that her fiancé must have done it for convenience. But both receptionists seem unconvinced. One of them finally sighs and hands her a spare keycard, muttering, “I hope you get things sorted out.”

On her way up to the room, Meadow’s heart pounds in her chest. Something feels horribly wrong, but she refuses to believe it. Tyler would never do anything to hurt her. They’ve been planning this wedding for months — their dream elopement. She tries to calm herself, breathing in and out as the elevator ascends, but her hands won’t stop shaking.

When she finally reaches the room and swipes the keycard, her worst fears materialize before her eyes.

The moment the door opens, the sound hits her first — muffled moans, heavy breathing, the rhythmic creak of the bed. Then she sees them.

Her twin sister, Juniper, straddling Tyler, his hands gripping her hips as he thrusts into her without restraint.

The world stops. The bag slips from Meadow’s trembling hands and lands with a soft thud. The scene before her feels like a cruel joke — something ripped out of a nightmare. Her vision blurs with tears, her body frozen in disbelief.

For a full minute, she just stands there. Watching. Waiting. Hoping someone would scream “gotcha” and end this cruel trick.

But there’s no misunderstanding to clear up. No mistake. No illusion.

Her twin sister moans again, whispering, “Yes, that’s it, baby,” as if to drive the knife deeper into Meadow’s heart.

Something inside her shatters.

“Juniper…? Tyler?” she finally manages to whisper, her voice barely recognizable.

They both turn, startled. Tyler’s face twists in shock, then panic. He pushes Juniper off him, stammering, “Meadow, I swear, I thought she was you!”

It’s a pathetic excuse. One that doesn’t even make sense.

Juniper doesn’t even bother covering herself. She just smirks, tossing her messy hair over her shoulder like a queen enjoying the chaos she’s created. “Oh, please,” she scoffs. “It’s time we drop the act. This has been going on for a while.”

Meadow stumbles back, staring between them. “What are you talking about?”

Her twin rolls her eyes. “You really didn’t think he loved you, did you?”

It hits Meadow all at once — the hotel mix-up, the receptionist’s strange looks, the duplicate “Meadow Russell” check-in. Juniper had stolen her identity, her name, her wedding — and the man she loved.

Tyler tries to approach her again, naked and unashamed. He grabs her jaw gently, his expression hard. “You thought I loved you, Meadow? No. Juni’s the love of my life.”

The words pierce like knives.

Every memory — every kiss, every late-night conversation, every promise he made — turns to ash. She had believed in him completely, trusted him with her heart. And all along, he’d been sharing that same intimacy with her twin sister.

Meadow stares at Juniper, still unable to process it. The last time she saw her twin was two years ago. They’d grown apart after Juniper’s endless trail of lies and manipulation had driven a wedge between them. Juniper had always been the beautiful, daring, chaotic one — the one who got what she wanted, no matter who she hurt. But never, not in her darkest thoughts, had Meadow imagined she would do this.

Juniper laughs again, the sound sharp and cruel. “She’s in shock, baby. Maybe we should help her out of her misery,” she says mockingly, then pulls Tyler into another kiss right in front of her.

That’s when Meadow realizes this isn’t a mistake. This isn’t a sudden betrayal. It’s a plan.

Her sister had known exactly what she was doing. She had tracked Meadow down, learned about the wedding, and swooped in like a vulture to destroy what little happiness she had built. The matching outfit, the fake check-in — all of it was deliberate.

The pain turns into rage. Her tears blur her sight, her breath coming out in shaky bursts. Every muscle in her body screams at her to turn around, to run far away from the two people who’ve just ripped her soul apart.

But she doesn’t move.

She stands there, trembling, her heart breaking piece by piece as she watches her sister smirk and her fiancé — her almost-husband — stand there unashamed, not even offering a shred of remorse.

Tyler and Juniper exchange a look, and she realizes — they’re enjoying this. They want her to see. To suffer.

Meadow’s hands ball into fists. She feels like she’s watching her life crumble in real time, and there’s nothing she can do but breathe through the ache and pray she doesn’t collapse.

Every part of her screams that this is the moment she loses everything — her trust, her love, her family.

And yet, deep inside, a spark ignites — not of despair, but of something darker. A promise that this won’t be the end of her story.

Because betrayal that deep doesn’t fade. It carves itself into your bones. And Meadow Russell — heartbroken, humiliated, and hollow — walks out of that hotel room knowing one thing for certain.

She will never forgive them.

And one day, they will both pay for what they’ve done.

 

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