Fractured Vows

Name: Fractured Vows
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Francis Goff

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George Prescott, the man Jessica Aldridge loved, betrayed her six years ago, shattering her life. She was left to pick up the shards of a broken heart and bear the burden of their past in silence after being thoughtlessly abandoned. Now that she's returned to St. Louis, however, she has no intention of making amends. She seeks retribution. George is in a state of shock and terror as Jessica breaks the news that she is expecting George's child. However, his attempt to dominate and manipulate her only serves to fuel Jessica's personal grudge. She won't give up until George bears the full consequences of his treachery and she holds him accountable for all that he stole from her. Here comes Samuel Blake, George's enigmatic and endearing cousin, who recognizes the suffering concealed beneath Jessica's icy façade. Samuel gives her a shoulder to cry on, but his increasing intimacy with Jessica makes George uneasy and ignites a pervasive envy that might blow everything up. However, Samuel might not have the best of intentions; what does he really want from her? Jessica is caught between her thirst for vengeance and her irresistible chemistry with Samuel as she negotiates a perilous game of love, betrayal, and power. However, Jessica's resolve is tested when George threatens to reveal her darkest secrets. Can Jessica follow through on her revenge plot when everything is on the line, or will the man who betrayed her ruin everything she has fought so hard to achieve? Will the weight of her secrets cause her to fall apart, or will she meet with George and confront the repercussions of her past?

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Chapter 5 Jessica's Dilemma

01-26 08:04

Chapter 1 Jessica Returns & Confrontation

Jessica's boots clicked against the pavement as the car door opened and she entered the well-known streets of St. Louis. As the metropolitan skyline loomed ahead, her heart raced. Six years. It all felt like a burden she could no longer bear after six years of silence and separation. The streets she used to travel with George, the flashing lights, the tall buildings, all of it seemed so different yet the same. Before it was destroyed, this metropolis had been her entire world and her life.

However, she wasn't here to revisit the past. Retaliation was the only reason she was here.The brisk air cutting at her skin as she fixed her jacket served as a continual reminder that she had changed. She was no longer the Jessica who had devoted her life to George. She was a purposeful lady now. a goal that was entirely focused on justice and had nothing to do with love.

The agony in her chest was still there, even if St. Louis had changed in those six years. She felt as though she may be eaten whole at every turn, but she refused to be. She would evoke the same emotions in them as she had.

Her pulse accelerated as she stood on the corner, gazing at the office building on the other side of the street. She was aware that he was inside. Prescott, George. Her heart had been ripped apart by the man. The man who had thoughtlessly left her behind. She squinted. Was he the same person?

She could see him through the windows, still standing stiffly in his well-tailored suit. His face was sharper today, but it still had the same beautiful features that had made her heart race, and his dark hair, which was slightly graying at the temples, was carefully combed back. However, he had changed in some way. Were his eyes filled with regret? Or had it only been the years that had gone by? Did he even have the same memory of her?

Taking a deep breath, she stepped forward while maintaining eye contact with the man who had hurt her so profoundly. Anger grew in her chest with each stride she took toward him. Was he aware of her presence? Could he sense the tempest she was about to bring, her presence?

With her thoughts racing, she pushed aside the stray hair that the wind had blown into her face. She needed to face him. She needed to know if he was still a human being or if he was just the callous, icy man who had abandoned her years ago.

Jessica came to a complete halt. What if he failed to identify her?

A beat skipped across her heart. Now there was no going back. She crossed the street with a ferocious purpose, her heels clicking on the pavement as she got closer to the building's entrance. She looked up as the doors opened before her. Unaware, George Prescott stood just inside.

As Jessica entered the modern, glass-lined lobby, her heart pounded against her chest. Nothing could have prepared her for the sensation of seeing him again, this man who had once been everything to her, even if she had dreamed about this moment a thousand times.

With his back to her, George stood close to the elevator, engaged in a phone discussion. He was still the massive man she had recalled, tall and broad-shouldered, and exuded a sense of authority. His eyes, albeit obscured by heavy glasses, retained that icy, calculating edge, and his sharp navy suit accentuated his toned body.

As Jessica approached him, her pulse accelerated and her breath caught in her throat. It was now or never, she knew. George looked up as she got closer, and his eyes briefly recognized her before he hastily covered it up with a blank expression. His jaw clenched, and he abruptly hung up.

"Jessica," he began in a chilly tone that carried a tinge of astonishment. Or did it merely react automatically? His deep brown eyes, the ones she had previously lost herself in, were visible when he removed his glasses. However, they suddenly appeared aloof and closed off.

Neither of them moved for a second. Between them, there was a heavy, oppressive quiet. The intensity of the feelings churning between them had not diminished despite the years of separation. Jessica was torn between walking away and slapping him.

He said, "Didn't expect to see you again," in a harsh voice. "What are you doing here?"

It felt like a blow to her abdomen. Here, as if they were strangers walking down the street, stood the guy she had once called her husband, the man who had promised to always be there for her.

Jessica stood erect, her hands balled into fists at her sides, her gaze narrowed. "George, you can't pretend that this is a casual meeting. You cannot act as though we were never more than this.

He hastily covered up the little tremble in his face. His look returned to one of indifference as he straightened up. "Jessica, what do you want? After all this time, what could you possibly have to say to me?

She stepped closer, her fingers shaking but her voice unwavering. "I want to talk. to obtain answers at last. That is something you owe me.

George's eyes softened slightly for a brief moment. He then gestured for her to follow him as he turned away. "I'll let you talk in my office."

With a gentle click, the door to George's office closed behind them, enclosing them in a space that exuded an atmosphere of unsaid tension. Despite having her arms crossed in front of her, Jessica was standing across from him with every part of her body clenched and poised to attack.

As though he could wish away the memories of their past, George sat behind his gleaming desk with his fingers pushed on his brow. "So, Jessica, what is this? For what purpose are you actually here?

She gazed at him, her eyes burning. "You understand why I'm here," she said in a low, menacing voice. "I need an explanation from you."

George tightened his jaw. "I owe you nothing at all. I took the necessary action. You never got that.

She felt the rage building inside of her, and her breath seized in her throat. His nerves. He still believed he was justified in spite of everything he had done.

"George, I sacrificed everything for you," she murmured, her voice trembling now, her anguish showing through her voice despite her best efforts. "I had faith in you. I had faith in us.

George gave her a glance that was impossible to read. "And, didn't I damage that? I went out. I made a decision.

With her heart racing, Jessica took a step forward. "You didn't simply abandon me. You broke me. You didn't even seem to care when you seized everything we owned. Are you even aware of what you have done?

George's gaze wavered, a look of near-guilt crossing his face. His mouth opened to speak, but nothing came out.

With his fingers raking through his hair, he reclined in his chair. "I didn't intend to cause you any harm."

Jessica laughed. "So why did you? George, why didn't you defend us?

There was silence for a while. The weight of the years that had passed between them, the unsaid words that hung in the air like a storm ready to erupt, was palpable to Jessica. Her voice grew quieter as her gaze met his. "You have no idea what you took away from me."

He started to respond, but the words became stuck in his throat.

Will George keep hiding behind his remorse or will he ultimately acknowledge the full scope of his betrayal?