In Her Words

chaoter 11

Alice's POV :

It had been three months since Adele

and I started trying for a child, and

though nothing had happened yet, we

hadn't lost hope. In fact, each passing day

seemed to strengthen our resolve. We

were determined to keep trying, our love

deepening with every hopeful

conversation and gentle touch.

I was in the middle of writing one

afternoon when my phone buzzed.

Thinking it was just another notification,

I almost ignored it, but something made

me glance at the screen. My heart

skipped a beat when I saw the message-

a cold, anonymous text from an

unknown number.

"If you don't leave Adele, you'll regret it."

A chill ran down my spine, but I quickly

brushed it off as a sick prank. Adele was

a world-famous celebrity, and we were

bound to attract some negative attention.

I decided not to worry her and kept the

message to myself.

But as the days passed, the messages

didn't stop. They escalated. Texts turned

into emails, then handwritten letters

delivered to my doorstep. Each one was

more threatening than the last, filled

with vicious words and dark promises. I

began to feel like I was being watched,

my every move scrutinized by an unseen

predator.

Two weeks later, things took a terrifying

turn. I was nearly hit by a car while

crossing the street-a car that seemed to

come out of nowhere and swerve

directly toward me. I barely jumped out

of the way in time. As I sat on the

sidewalk, my heart racing, I realized that

this wasn't just a string of idle threats.

Someone was serious.

I couldn't tell Adele. She had enough to

worry about with her career, our

relationship, and the hope of starting a

family. I wasn't going to add to her stress.

But the fear gnawed at me, growing

stronger with each passing day.

Then, the messages changed. Instead of

threatening me, they began to focus on

Adele. "If you don't leave her, she'll be

the one to pay," one text read. Another

email came with a grainy photo of Adele

leaving the studio, captioned with,

"We're watching her too."

That was the last straw. I couldn't stand

the thought of anything happening to

her, not even the smallest injury. I'd do

anything to protect her, even if it meant

sacrificing my own happiness.

I went to the police, desperate for help,

but it seemed like the people behind the

threats were always one step ahead.

Within hours of my visit, I received

another message, this time with a

chilling picture of Adele inside the

studio, unaware she was being watched.

The message was clear: "Leave now, or

she dies."

Panic set in. I knew I had to act quickly.

There was no way I could let anyone

harm Adele. She was my everything, the

love of my life, and I'd rather disappear

from her world than see her hurt.

With a heavy heart, I went home and

started packing. I couldn't leave anything

behind that might give me away. Tears

blurred my vision as I stuffed clothes

into a suitcase, my mind reeling with the

consequences of what I was about to do.

I left a note on the kitchen counter,

simple and cold, knowing that if I poured

my heart into it, I'd never be able to go

through with this. "I'm sorry. I need to

leave. Please don't look for me."

With trembling hands, I grabbed my bag

and walked out of the home we'd built

together. Every step felt like a dagger to

my heart, but I forced myself to keep

moving. I made my way to the subway,

hoping to disappear into the crowds, to

become just another face in the city.

As I descended the stairs into the

underground, I glanced back one last

time, a lump forming in my throat. I had

no idea if I'd ever see Adele again, and

the thought nearly broke me. But I

couldn't turn back. Not now.

I boarded the train, sinking into a seat by

the window. The city blurred outside as

the train sped away, and with it, the life I

had known-the life I had loved-

disappeared.

But even as the distance between us

grew, I knew one thing for certain: I

would never stop loving Adele. Even if it

meant protecting her from afar, even if it

meant never seeing her again, I would

always hold her in my heart.

And no matter what, I would find a way

to keep her safe.