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CHAPTER 0153 

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CHAPTER 0153 

Meadow’s POV: 

The back of my eyelids started to burn with unshed tears. Hell no, this wasn’t how this was supposed to go. I wasn’t supposed to cry in front of this woman. 

I looked away from her, blinking rapidly. 

“You’re right,” I whispered. “He does need me. But I can’t be the person he needs me to be, Ingrid. I can’t just be some kind of… thing that keeps him grounded to reality. Alaric needs me, but he doesn’t love me. And I’m sorry, but that will never be enough for me.” I rose to my feet. “I know you love your son, and I have no idea how much he told you about us and I…” I ran a frustrated hand through my hair. “Is that what you came here for? To ask me to go back to him?” 

Cami was right. Alaric was in a very bad state, and his mother was only here because she thought I could fix it for some reason. I didn’t believe that Ingrid would come here on her own accord just to apologize to me. She wanted something, and she had just told me what she wanted. 

She rose to her feet as well. “No, Meadow, I sincerely came here to apologize to you.” She shook her head. “Yes, I love my son and I will always put him first, but you’re human too, and you’re important to him. I was unfair to you, and I will try as much as I can or as much as you will allow, to make it up to you.” 

Ingrid’s blue eyes shone as she spoke. Her eyes looked exactly like Nolan’s, but whenever she gave me a sad smile–like she did right now–she resembled Alaric. 

I saw him in her. 

“I’m sorry for everything I did and said to hurt you. You’re a nice girl, Meadow, and you deserve Alaric’s heart just as much as you deserve the whole truth.” 

My brows drew together in confusion. “The truth? What truth?” 

Her cheeks turned red. “That’s for… that’s for Alaric to tell you himself. However, I’m going to let you know that it is deeply connected to the reason he lost his sense of touch-” 

“Then just tell me,” I said, stepping toward her. 

Ingrid shook her head sadly, although I could tell that she was conflicted. “You can ask him about it yourself.” Slowly, she took my hands in hers. I let her, because there was nothing else I could do. I was still struggling to process the fact that Alaric was still keeping something from me. 

Something connected to his sense of touch? That didn’t even make any sense. But Ingrid knew what it was, and I …I had to also. 

“There’s something else I want to say.” She paused, and my heart fell to my stomach as her eyes watered.” Thank you,” she whispered. “Danke schön. Alaric was never truly happy until he had you. I just hope he can come to his senses soon because I… I would love to plan a real wedding for you both.” 

My eyes grew wide, tears threatening to fall. I didn’t know what shocked me the most–the fact that she knew that our marriage was fake, or the fact that she wanted to plan a wedding. 

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If only it would ever happen. 

I didn’t say anything in response. I couldn’t. Hearing that he was never truly happy until he met me while knowing that he couldn’t even tell me how how felt about me…. 

There was really no other way to go about this. Alaric and I… we couldn’t happen. 

And I didn’t want to break her heart and tell her. Not when she was already being hopeful. Although one thing was sure–I was going to find out what Alaric was keeping from me. 

I only smiled at Ingrid, and she smiled back, quickly wiping the few tears that had slipped away. “Oh my! I’m sorry for getting overly emotional. I’ll get going now.” She started to turn around but stopped. “Do you think you could ever forgive me for being a complete bitch to you, Meadow?” 

I was taken aback by that question. I never really thought about that. Running a hand through my hair, I let out a slow exhale. “I… I need time.” 

That’s all I said. 

Ingrid’s face started to fall but she covered it up with a forced smile. “Of course,” she said. “I understand. I can only hope that you find it in your heart to forgive me some-” 

“Hey, Meds, do you think I can…” 

Nova trailed off as she stepped into the living room, her eyes widening as she saw Ingrid. However, I knew better. Nova walked in here on purpose–she knew Ingrid was still around. 

Ingrid’s gaze narrowed in curiosity. 

“Um, this is my best friend-” 

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“Nova,” Ingrid cut in warmly. “I’ve already heard so much about you from my son, Nolan. Although, he said you’ve been a bit reluctant to see me.‘ 

Nova shrugged sheepishly. “I would’ve loved to meet you a long time ago, Ingrid, but I stand with my best friend through and through.” I spun around to face Nova but she paid me no mind. “And when she told me you were mean to her, I couldn’t help but think that you’d be mean to me too. I mean, initially, I didn’t want to get into a relationship with Nolan because he’s a bad boy and rides a bike and I don’t like bad boys–especially the ones who ride bikes because they tend to break your heart, but-” 

I cleared my throat, cutting Nova off. She was rambling, and she only did that whenever she was nervous. 

Safe to say, Ingrid Ashford knew how to keep people on her toes even without making a move. 

Ingrid’s eyes were wide, and she clutched onto the pearls around her neck so hard, it was almost comical. “Oh, well, lovely to meet you, Nova. You seem like a nice girl.” 

And then she left it hanging at that. Ingrid’s gaze shifted to me, and she gave me one last smile, nodding, before she turned around and walked out the door. 

“Oh fuck,” Nova muttered the moment the door shut behind her. “I was rambling, wasn’t I?” 

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“Yep.” 

“She’s so goddamn beautiful in person. I mean, I can see why her sons are practically Greek gods.” 

I let out a dry laugh, agreeing with her, although, my mind wasn’t on what she was talking about. It kept drifting to Alaric. I wanted to know how he was doing, wanted to see him. 

Wanted to know why he lost his sense of touch. 

However, one thing I wasn’t going to do was make the first move. I wouldn’t go to him. I would make sure that he came to me. 

And there was only one place I could make sure of that. 

Clarissa’s opening event. 

Nova would be elated after I told her I was finally going. 

“You seem like a nice girl.‘ Do you think that was a true compliment or a half–assed one?” Nova murmured. 

A chuckle escaped me and I shook my head. “I have no idea, Nova.” 

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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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