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CHAPTER 0115 

Meadow’s POV: 

‘Don’t be a little bitch. Come on, just call me back.‘ 

I stared down at the phone in my hand, reading the text my sister had sent about a minute ago over and 

over again. 

I was about to turn the phone over and ignore it when another one came in. 

‘Or at least pick up the phone. Did your husband ask you not to? You don’t have to listen to him, you 

know. I miss you.‘ 

My jaw tightened. Leave it to Juniper to insult me, try to manipulate me, and tell me she misses me in the same fucking text. 

The phone buzzed in my hand again. 

It had been buzzing incessantly for the past few days. Juniper had been trying to reach me, leaving me uncountable missed calls daily. I didn’t pick the phone, of course. And I even resorted to blocking her, but before I could say ‘Jack‘, she was trying with another number again. I knew she would do that, but for a moment, I’d just hoped that maybe she had changed a bit. 

And obviously, she hadn’t. 

“Meadow, are you there?” a voice cut through the speaker of my laptop. 

Crap. I’d forgotten that I was in class. 

I quickly hit ‘unmute.‘ “Um, yes, professor,” I answered, feeling flustered. At the far right corner of the screen, my new friend, Lana, was biting her lip to conceal her smile. Everyone else stared at me awkwardly. “Sorry, I’m just a little distracted today.” 

Professor Kate Wellsbury scrunched up her nose, pushing her glasses up her face. She was… a little bit strict, and by the purse of her lips, I could tell that she was annoyed I wasn’t paying attention. 

“Um, what was the question?” I asked. 

“Would you like to take a break from this class, Meadow? Since you’re… distracted.” Her voice was casual, but it still had a stern edge to it. 

I opened my mouth, about to say yes, but then my phone buzzed again and I immediately looked down at my phone to see another text from my sister. 

‘CALL ME NOW!‘ 

My gaze shifted to my laptop and Kate’s brow was arched at me. I cleared my throat. “Uh, actually… why 

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don’t you guys go on and I’ll get notes from Lana later?” 

“Great,” Kate droned. “Goodbye, Meadow.” 

When the zoom call ended, I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding. Running my hand through my hair, I tapped on Juniper’s name, my thumb hovering over the call button. 

Deep down, I knew that there was nothing important she wanted to tell me. Or if there was, it had to be about our father. I had no idea if he had tried to contact her the way he did me, and I didn’t even want to 

know. I wanted nothing to do with them. 

So, even though my fingers itched to click that call button, I forced myself to push the phone aside and 

make my way out of the living room entirely. 

I went up the stairs and–as I normally did to free up my mind–went to swim in the indoor pool. 

I didn’t want to think too much about it, but the more I tried not to, the more I felt this magnetic pull to 

just do as my sister asked. It was terrible, the way I was attached to her, but even more terrible was the 

guilt that always tugged at my chest whenever it happened. 

“Fuck, no…” I whispered under my breath, slicking my wet hair back as I came up for air. 

If I called her, then nothing would stop me from going to meet her to find out what on earth she wants 

from me. 

I got out of the pool, not feeling even a little bit relieved. The urge to call her back had only spiked. What if 

something really was wrong? 

The last time Juniper called like this was when I was still in college, right after she practically ruined my 

life with the craigslist bit. I told her that I was going to leave her and she threatened to end her own life. 

Fuck. What if she- 

“No,” I said out loud, walking out of the pool room and straight to my room. “She wouldn’t.” 

If anything, Juniper was too selfish to take her own life. I was foolish enough to believe her then, but I wouldn’t let myself be delusional right now. 

However, the moment I stepped into my room, I stopped short. There was something on my bed. Something that hadn’t been there an hour ago when I came in to change. 

A box that I knew without opening, would contain a dress. 

A warm feeling fluttered in the bottom of my stomach and I tightened the towel around my body. 

Alaric had been… melting my heart lately–I mean, way more than before. I had barely seen him this week because of how busy he was at the office, but every morning, whenever I woke up and went to the kitchen, I’d see a bouquet of flowers. 

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And not even the ones from the garden that he planted just from me. These were always from outside and usually contained a sweet note. And not only that–I hadn’t slept in my own bed because he only 

wanted me in his room, 

For some reason, he wanted to take me out to dinner tonight. When he told me, I didn’t think he was 

serious, since his schedule was so full, but now… 

I hurriedly padded toward his room, the towel still clutched tight around me. He was back from work. The 

moment I stepped inside his room, I heard the sound of the shower running. 

I made my way to the bathroom, biting hard on my bottom lip. I wanted to see him. Wanted to touch him. It had been way too long since we had sex. 

Only about a week, but yes, way too long. 

The sound of his grunt filtered over to me, and I could hear him mutter, “Fuck.” Like something was wrong. And when I saw him, I instantly knew that something was definitely wrong. 

Alaric stood in the shower, back facing me, tense as hell, with his head falling forward and his fist pressing hard against the wall. 

“Fuck,” he gritted out again, and this time, he slammed his fist against the tiled wall. He didn’t feel it, which must have been why he did it two more times, nearly causing me to jump out of my skin. 

What on earth was going on? 

Brows pulling together, I let my towel drop to the floor. And then I stepped toward him. I didn’t know if he could sense me coming or not, but the moment I touched his back, he froze. 

Alaric didn’t say a word as I slowly wrapped my arms around his waist, pressing my chest and my cheek against his back. The water poured over us both. 

“Fuck, that feels good.” His voice was like gravel when he spoke after a while. 

“I’d hoped it would,” I whispered after he turned off the shower. “Is everything okay?” 

He didn’t say anything at first, and when he finally spoke, it wasn’t to answer my question. “Did you see the dress I got you?” he murmured. 

My hands slowly roamed over his chest. “You know you don’t need to get me a dress anytime we have a function, right? It’s what the dresses in my closet are for. The ones YOU picked out, by the way.” 

Alaric let out an amused breath, placing one hand over mine on his chest. “I saw it and knew it would look perfect on you, baby. Couldn’t just pass it by.” 

“Right,” I murmured. Three heavy seconds passed before I spoke again. “Are you gonna talk to me? Tell me what’s wrong?” 

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He turned around then, and when his eyes met mine, I stopped breathing. 

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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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