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Meadow’s POV: 

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“I can’t believe this.” Nova’s voice was a distant mutter before she walked into my room. “I cannot believe you actually contracted the flu from me. Thought you were fucking invincible.” 

My sinuses were on fire and my head was pounding. Also, I was having heavy period cramps, but I 

somehow managed to laugh at my best friend’s jokes. 

I rarely ever fell sick–Nova used to joke about me being superwoman–but now, I was. And I had a feeling 

it had to do with swimming in the pool for more than two hours last night. 

But I couldn’t help it. I needed to think. And no–I didn’t touch myself this time. I was genuinely pissed at 

my husband. 

“Well,” I murmured, sniffing loudly. “Now you know I’m not.” 

Nova let out an amused breath, lowering herself onto my bed. I turned around to face her just as she 

tucked the duvet snugly around me. Her blond curls were stretched today, her eyes brighter than they 

were the last time I saw her. “You okay?” she asked. “You didn’t sound too good on the phone.” 

“I’m obviously not okay, Nova. I’m in honest–to–god pain.” 

“I don’t mean the illness, genius. I mean you didn’t sound… like you. Something happen with you and your darling husband?” 

I scoffed, and it turned into a thick cough. “Can we not talk about that? I already have a headache as it is.” 

My voice was so small, and my throat felt thick, the back of my eyelids burning with unshed tears. 

I hated it 

Whenever I was sick, I cried for no damn reason at all. Coupled with me being on my period….I was way 

too emotional today. 

“Hey. “Nova whispered, probably noticing the crack in my voice. “Come here.” She scooted further into the bed, and then I moved my head to her lap instead of my pillows. I heaved a sigh, groaning when a sharp pain spread through my lower abdomen. 

“Tuck.” she breathed after feeling my forehead with the back of my palm “You’re burning up. Maybe I should call Ala-” 

“No,” I snapped “I’ll be fine Mel made some soup for me earlier and-” 

“Soup isn’t medicine, Meadow. Come on Nova blew out a breath, gently running her hand through my hair “Don’t be stubborn.” 

I snorted. “Don’t pretend like you were all willing when Nolan and I wanted to take you to the hospital.” 

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“Exactly,” She replied smugly. “I wasn’t willing. But guess what? I was taken against my will anyway.” 

I couldn’t help the smile that stretched across my lips. “Speaking of Nolan…” I drawled, noticing the way she froze for a second. “Do you think he caught the flu too?” 

“Um…I don’t think so.” Nova’s voice sounded strained. “I mean, he was fine when he left this morn… crap.” 

My eyes instantly snapped to hers, narrowing at the pink that had tinted her cheeks. “He slept over?” 

She looked away from me, her mouth opening and closing, but no words came out. “Who are you and 

what have you done with the girl who wanted nothing to do with bad boys?” 

“Nothing… happened, okay?” 

“Nothing?” I repeated flatly, arching a brow. 

“Yes, nothing.” She paused. “I mean, we kissed, but-” 

“Nova!” I tried to laugh but all it did was make my head pound. I wasn’t against Nova having anything with Nolan. They were both adults, and I wasn’t territorial about my husband’s family–Alaric wasn’t 

even my real husband. 

I just hoped that whatever was going on between them wasn’t something they were going to regret, whether or not it would blossom into something more. 

My throat tightened. I hadn’t spoken to Alaric since two nights ago when he lied to me. All his lies left me wondering was whether Clarissa was right. Whether they had been in Vegas together–drinking. 

That didn’t seem like something Alaric would do. I had never seen him get drunk. And yes, I didn’t really know him, but I just didn’t see Alaric letting himself get loose. 

Of course, anything was possible–especially since he used to be in love with her. 

“Hey,” Nova called out with a light chuckle. “What are you thinking about?” 

1 forced a smile, looking up at her. “Nothing Just–oh god,” I groaned, clutching my stomach as pain spread through my abdomen again I usually had heavy cramps but damn–this was way worse. Maybe because I was sick? 

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Nova shoved out a breath. “Okay, that’s it. I’m calling Alaric-” 

“It’s just cramps, Nova Nothing he can do about that.” 

“It’s not just cramps, and you know it. You need to get to the hospital Wait Does he even know you’re like 

this?” 

I hesitated, and that was all the answer Nova needed “Seriously?” 

Like I said–I hadn’t spoken to Alaric since our little spat. I pretty much avoided him before he left for 

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work yesterday, and when he got back, it was already late, so I easily remained in my room. But sometime during the night, after I left the pool and was getting ready for bed, I heard his footsteps near 

my door. 

I knew he was there, maybe contemplating knocking. But he didn’t. 

He. Didn’t Knock. 

Same as this morning, which was when I started feeling ill. 

“No, he doesn’t know, okay? And like I said, I’m perfectly fine, Nova…” Pain shot through my skull again, 

nearly blinding me. It felt like a migraine. 

“Okay, that’s it.” Nova gently moved my head from her lap before rising to her feet. 

“No…” I moaned weakly. “Nova, come on, just… ugh!” 

I watched as she grabbed her purse from my vanity, and she was about to pull her phone out when mine started to ring on the bedside table. 

My heart skipped a beat for some reason. 

I didn’t usually get calls from a lot of people, so whenever I did, I instantly knew it was either Nova or- 

when we were still dating–Tyler. Or Juniper. 

I found myself hoping that it was just Alaric, even though I didn’t want to speak to him. 

“Hey, could you pass me my phone?” 

Nova walked back to the bed, grabbing my phone off the table, and her brows drew together as she stared 

down at my screen. “It’s from an unknown number,” she muttered. 

Confused, I rose up to my elbows. “An unknown number?” I echoed, taking my phone from her 

outstretched hand 

I watched it ring a few times, not recognizing the arrangement of numbers, and then I swiped right, 

raising the phone to my ear 

I opened my mouth to say something, but before I could, a voice sounded through. “Hello,” It was a robotic female voice. “Do you want to accept a call from Clint Russell, an inmate from the Louisiana State Penitentiary?” 

My entire body froze. 

For a second, I thought I had misheard, but when the voice repeated the question, I was sure I hadn’t. 

Clint Russell. 

My father 

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All of a sudden, my palms turned sweaty, and I couldn’t breathe. 

“Hey, who is it? What’s wrong?” 

Nova’s voice was only a distant murmur. My ears were ringing. My head was hurting. The phone slipped from my hand onto the bed, but I could hear the voice drone on and on and on. 

It felt like my chest had caved in. Like the world was closing in on me. 

“Meds?” Nova’s voice was filled with concern as her face danced in front of me. “Hey, hey. I need you to 

calm down. Meadow! Breathe.” 

My vision blurred, and my body started to shake violently. How was I supposed to breathe when I had all 

of a sudden forgotten how to? 

“Meadow, please…” She turned my face to hers. 

“What’s going on here?” A deep voice suddenly echoed through my room. Alaric. 

“I think she’s having a panic attack,” Nova answered quickly. “I don’t… I’ve never seen her like this before 

My ears stopped listening. My brain stopped comprehending. 

And right before I passed out, I felt his steady hand on my face. 

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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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