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Meadow’s POV: 

I stopped in my tracks. 

Tyler. 

Tyler was right behind me, and he thought I was Juniper. I suppose he was aware that she was out there 

dressing like me. 

My heart thumped hard against my ribcage, the hairs on the back of my neck rising and causing my skin to itch. 

I didn’t turn at first. It made more sense that he thought I was Juniper even though she wasn’t supposed to be here. There was absolutely no reason for Tyler to think that I would come here when he didn’t know I was 

Alaric’s wife. 

“Hey,” he drawled, amusement lacing his tone. “What are you doing here? Couldn’t wait for me to get home, 

huh?” 

I wasn’t sure why, but I couldn’t move. And then, I felt Tyler’s hand on mine and a gasp tore from my throat as I 

snatched my arm back, spinning around to face him. 

The confused expression on his face slowly turned into one of surprise. 

And then, anger. 

“Are you fucking kidding me?” he seethed, staring me down with his lips curled downward in disgust. “What 

the hell are you doing here?” 

For a moment, I remained stiff, but then I forced myself to find my voice. Seeing Tyler up close now put me on 

edge. He still looked exactly the same–just with a scruffier beard and slightly longer hair. He raised his hand to 

swipe at his nose the way he always did when he was irritated, and I caught a glimpse of a bandage wrapped 

around his pinkie finger. 

“I–I-” 

I wasn’t speaking. Why wasn’t I speaking? Why was I so terrified that he would do something to me when I knew I could speak to him however I wanted because I was his boss’s wife? 

“Didn’t get enough of what happened the last time?” His jaw ticked. “You came all the way to my place of work 

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to what? Beg me back?” 

I froze. 

Beg. Him. Back? 

Oh, no. 

Fuck no. I wasn’t going to take this from a piece of shit like Tyler Cross. 

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I was married to his boss. I was above Tyler in every way and manner that ever existed. There was nothing he could do to me without risking Alaric’s wrath on him. 

Nothing. 

A breathy laugh left my mouth and I stepped closer, lifting my chin. “I came all the way here to see my husband, Tyler.” 

Tyler’s gaze narrowed for a second, and then he scoffed, his eyes twinkling with dark amusement. “Your husband?” He lowered his voice, eyes flashing in a way that nearly made me blink. “In case your head was too thick to comprehend what I said to you that faithful night in Vegas, I don’t want you, Meadow. I never did, and I 

never will.” 

I felt a smirk pull at the corner of my mouth. 

Tyler was pathetic. I could see that now. I didn’t understand how I could’ve ever been in love with him. How I 

could’ve ever wanted to be his wife! 

One thing was for certain–he and Juniper deserved each other. 

“Bold of you to think I would come here for you, Tyler,” I said smoothly, intentionally bringing my hands 

together so I could twist the diamond ring on my left finger. 

The movement attracted Tyler to my hand, and when he saw the ring, he was silent for a while. I watched as she 

raised his eyes to look back at me. And this time, they were dark with fury. 

A victorious feeling fluttered in my chest, but it disappeared the moment Tyler grabbed my wrist. His grip was 

hard as he lifted my hand to his face. 

“Let me go,” I gritted out, trying to snatch my hand away from his. 

Tyler only smirked, his gaze narrowing at the ring. “Where did you get this?” he murmured, pulling it out with 

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to what? Beg me back?” 

I froze. 

Beg. Him. Back? 

Oh, no. 

Fuck no. I wasn’t going to take this from a piece of shit like Tyler Cross. 

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I was married to his boss. I was above Tyler in every way and manner that ever existed. There was nothing he 

could do to me without risking Alaric’s wrath on him. 

Nothing. 

A breathy laugh left my mouth and I stepped closer, lifting my chin. “I came all the way here to see my husband, 

Tyler.” 

Tyler’s gaze narrowed for a second, and then he scoffed, his eyes twinkling with dark amusement. “Your 

husband?” He lowered his voice, eyes flashing in a way that nearly made me blink. “In case your head was too 

thick to comprehend what I said to you that faithful night in Vegas, I don’t want you, Meadow. I never did, and I 

never will.” 

I felt a smirk pull at the corner of my mouth. 

Tyler was pathetic. I could see that now. I didn’t understand how I could’ve ever been in love with him. How I 

could’ve ever wanted to be his wife! 

One thing was for certain–he and Juniper deserved each other. 

“Bold of you to think I would come here for you, Tyler,” I said smoothly, intentionally bringing my hands 

together so I could twist the diamond ring on my left finger. 

The movement attracted Tyler to my hand, and when he saw the ring, he was silent for a while. I watched as she 

raised his eyes to look back at me. And this time, they were dark with fury. 

A victorious feeling fluttered in my chest, but it disappeared the moment Tyler grabbed my wrist. His grip was 

hard as he lifted my hand to his face. 

“Let me go,” I gritted out, trying to snatch my hand away from his. 

Tyler only smirked, his gaze narrowing at the ring. “Where did you get this?” he murmured, pulling it out with 

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a whistle. “Damn. I knew you were stupid but I never tagged you a thief. I could get a pretty penny for this.” 

My other hand swung toward his face but he caught it, twisting my arm behind me as he pulled me in closer. “Shhh,” he whispered harshly. “You came here thinking I’d see the ring and come back to you, didn’t you?” 

“I came here to see my husband,” I said firmly, and then a chuckle escaped my mouth. “You should really let me go if you know what’s good for you, Tyler. Alaric wouldn’t like that.” 

One eye twitched at the mention of his name and I knew I had him exactly where I wanted him. It seemed Alaric had been busy with him these past few months. And it seemed he couldn’t quit. 

“And what? You’re married to him?” he laughed. “Nice try, baby, but we both know that man would never look your way more than once.” 

I laughed harder. “Oh, but Tyler,” I leaned in closer. “Be didn’t just look once. He claimed me. Something you could never ever dream of doing.” 

And then, just to punctuate my sentence, I stomped on his foot hard, causing him to let go of my hand for only a second as he grunted. 

And then, he started to reach for me again. But before he could, a deep, commanding voice cut through. “Touch my wife again, Cross, and you’ll wish I cut those filthy hands off a long time ago.” 

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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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