Winter this year appeared intent on unveiling its full grandeur: snow had piled so deep that gardens and roads became enchanting vistas. Soft white flakes spun endlessly through the air, drifting gently onto rooftops and pavements, while the biting frost gave the air an extra crispness and clarity.
Inside the flat belonging to Emily and James, the mood felt worlds apartwarm and soothing. Beyond the wide window, the snowy display played out, yet within, sealed behind the glass, everything stayed snug and still. A bedside lamp glowed with a gentle, subdued light, forming a pocket of comforting radiance that pushed back the winter’s edge.
The pair curled up on the sofa, bundled under a thick throw. A light-hearted family film flickered across the television, offering little in the way of depth but plenty for a chuckle and a break. Emily followed the story closely, now and then allowing a faint smile to cross her face at private thoughts. James lounged beside her, back against the cushions, eyes on the screen too, though his focus wandered often to the snow drifting past the pane. The view held an almost painful beauty.
A soft chime broke the calmJames’s mobile ringing. He lingered before responding, unwilling to shatter their peaceful evening together, yet the sound came again. Letting out a quiet breath, he fished the device from his pocket, checked the display, and sighed once more.
Daniel again, he told his wife. Third time tonight.
Emily angled her head his way but kept her gaze fixed on the film.
Likely pressing us to visit again, she answered evenly. He bought that cottage and wants a celebration. He simply won’t accept a refusal.
James dragged a finger over the screen to take the call.
Hi, Dan, he managed, forcing cheer into his tone.
James! When are you getting here? His friend’s voice buzzed with energy. I mentioned we’re marking the purchase! All set: the cottage is cosy with the fire going, the table laid, mates are on their way. Stop hiding indoors, eh? Bring Emily along, it’ll be a laugh!
James held still a moment, weighing his reply. He shot a glance at Emily, who gave the slightest shake of her head. No words passed her lips, yet he read the message clear: loud gatherings, blaring music, nonstop talk and commotion held no place in their plans. Both craved a hushed weekend in their sheltered corner, free to linger without hurry or obligation.
James paused before speaking. An idea struck him, and he seized it at once.
Listen, he started low, it’s like this… Emily headed to her mum’s for a few days. I won’t go solo, you understand. Someone might let something slip to her… I’d rather not row with her over nothing. We’ll catch up another time, later on.
A short hush followed on the line before Daniel answered, plainly taken aback.
She’s gone? When does she return?
Tomorrow evening, James replied, a trace of longing in his voice. She chose to go on a whim… And we had such plans lined up! A trip to the cinema, a stroll through the park while the weather holds, perhaps even the ice rink. None of it worked out. So, another day, all right?
Daniel stayed quiet briefly, seeming to reflect, then his tone shifted to something oddly pleased.
Fine… But tell me the moment she’s back. I really want to see you both!
Sure, James said at once. I’ll let you know straight away. Perhaps next weekend? Assuming nothing shifts, of course.
He ended the call, set the mobile on the low table, and released a relieved breath. A wry smile tugged at his mouth.
Phew, managed to dodge it, he muttered, facing Emily. Why won’t he let it drop? I made it plain I had no interest in his cottage! What would we even do? Sit watching them get plastered? Daniel has no other way to unwind! Never mind. I’d far rather spend the time just with you.
He drew her close, sensing the strain of the past minutes ease away. The flat stayed warm and hushed, snowflakes turning lazily beyond the glass, while their favourite film carried onslow and comforting, nothing like the raucous nights James avoided.
Emily pressed against him, absorbing the steady heat of his frame and the even pull of his breath. The room kept its gentle feel: the lamp’s soft pool of light, the unhurried film on screen, the steady tick of the clock on the wall. Together they built a shield of safety and stillness absent from the daily rush.
Same here, she murmured, tilting her head to meet his eyes. Let’s just finish the film and turn in. Nothing else required.
James smiled and tightened his hold on her shoulders. He pictured the next couple of hours: lights out, tucked beneath the warm cover, drifting off to the far-off howl of wind outside. Yet another ring shattered the plan. And from the same number.
James’s brow furrowed. He flicked a brief look at the screen and reached reluctantly for the mobile. What now?
Dan, I already said… he began, aiming for calm, though strain edged his words.
James, Daniel’s voice came unusually grave, even tight, I’m at the Crystal Club, out with the lads for a bit before heading to the cottage. And there… there’s Emily. With some bloke. They’re drinking, she’s got her arms round him. I didn’t want to step in, but… you need to know. She claimed she was off to her mum’s! So she’s clearly lied!
James went rigid. He stared at his wife in shock, then back at the screen, wondering if his friend was having him on.
What? he asked, doubt thick in his voice. You’re certain? Could you have mixed her up with someone else? I can tell you for a fact I know exactly where my wife is!
Without question, Daniel replied, steady and sure. She’s well gone, laughing too loud. The whole thing looks… off, if I’m honest. And she doesn’t even care I’m there! She just waves me away! Want me to pass her the phone?
James shut his eyes briefly, ordering his thoughts. Doubts spun through his mind without answers. What was unfolding? How could his friend be so mistaken? Or… was something else at play?
Do it, he said shortly, switching to speaker. Curiosity stirred despite everything.
Muffled bass from club music poured from the speaker, mixed with sudden laughs and blurred talk. Then a woman’s voice cut throughclose enough to Emily’s that James’s heart lurched.
Hello? Who is this? it came with a pause, as though the speaker took a moment to register the call.
James swallowed hard, fighting the dryness in his throat. He looked at Emily beside him, her eyes wide, plainly lost.
Emily? he said, keeping his tone level. It’s James. What’s going on?
A brief laugh answered, followed by the same voice, now bolder and edged with a rasp.
Oh, James, you’re such a bore! I want to have fun, all right? I’m sick of your dull routine. I’m letting loose while I still can!
Emily sprang from the sofa, colour draining from her face. She clutched a hand to her chest as if to still her pounding heart and whispered, barely audible.
What rubbish! How could he mistake me for her? And how does this woman know your name? What is all this?
Where are you?
Why should you care? the voice snapped back with defiance. I may be your wife, but I don’t owe you a report. I do as I please!
Laughter and the clink of glasses rose again in the background before Daniel broke in.
James, you heard that? I warned you…
James cut him off, a knot of fury, bewilderment, and a childish urge to look away twisting inside him.
Enough, he said, firm yet with a shake. I’ll handle this tomorrow. Don’t ring again.
He ended the call at once, flung the mobile across the sofa, and fixed his stare on the ceiling in stunned silence. Without Emily right there… he might have believed every word.
She dropped back onto the cushions and regarded her husband with confusion. The voice had matched hers so closely! Yet that mattered little now. The real question was how the woman had the details to pull it off. Someone had clearly coached her.
This is mad, she breathed, her voice tight. Who was that? What sort of game is this?
James shook his head and dragged a hand through his hair, leaving it more tousled than before. No clear answer cameonly suspicions, and ugly ones at that.
I don’t know, he said, gazing aside as though searching for something there. But the voice… identical. The way she spoke, the laugheverything lined up. It can’t be chance.
And Daniel sounded so convinced it was me, she added, a tremor in her words. Think what would have happened if I really weren’t here. You’d have believed I was… truly in that club, with some man.
James turned toward her, his expression softening. He reached out, slid an arm round her shoulders, and drew her nearer. She trembled lightly, and he sensed how vital it was to stay close, to offer her steadiness.
I’d have doubted it all the same, he said with certainty. You wouldn’t behave that way! I know you. I know what you think of that sort of thing. This is… some foolish mix-up, a joke, I can’t say. But I’ll get to the bottom of it! If I have to, I’ll visit the club and ask for the footage. We’ll see who that girl really was.
Emily leaned into him, feeling the chill that had gripped her begin to thaw, giving way to warmth that reached beyond the physical. She drew a long breath, steadying herself.
Yes, she said, raising her head. That’s not me at all. But who is it? And for what reason?
James lifted his shoulders, yet the earlier bewilderment had left his eyes, replaced by resolve to untangle the odd tale. He gripped her hand harder, as though to remind her they faced it together.
The following day, near midday, Emily sat at the kitchen table with tea, scanning work messages on her laptop. A ring broke the quietDaniel’s name lit the screen. She waited a beat before answering; after last night’s events, bracing for his voice took effort. Curiosity prevailedshe needed to learn what he would claim.
Hello, Daniel began warily, as if testing fragile ground. Did you speak with James after last night?
Emily tightened her hold on the phone. She saw her chance to press for answerswhat exactly Daniel had witnessed and why he had been so certain it was her. After a pause to choose her words, she replied.
Yes. We… had words. He accused me of something vague and wouldn’t hear me out. Says I lied to him.
A brief silence followed. Emily heard Daniel exhale sharply, then a thread of satisfaction entered his tonefaint yet unmistakable.
Really, he said slowly. Well… I’ve always thought James doesn’t value you enough. He never saw who you truly are.
Anger surged in Emily, yet she kept her reply measured. She had to hear him through to grasp his direction.
What are you saying? she asked, voice steady.
Daniel dropped lower, almost whispering, and the forced closeness in his manner felt unsettling.
That you deserve better! Emily, I’ve wanted to say this for ages… I love you. For real. And I’m ready to look after you. If you decide to leave James, I’ll be here. Always.
Emily stayed quiet, sorting through the rush of thoughts. How long had he carried this? Why now, after the absurd events? Or had he arranged everything, knowing she was supposedly away…
She steadied herself with a deep breath and answered calmly but without room for doubt.
Daniel, this is unexpected. And, frankly, out of place. I love James, and we’ll sort out what happened. There’s no need for you to get involved.
Sorry if I overstepped, he said at last, his earlier assurance gone. I just… wanted you to know you have someone to turn to. James was out of line, blaming you for everything. I caught a bit from him… It looks like he wants out and is hunting for a reason! I only want you safe!
Emily’s fingers whitened around the phone. She inhaled slowly, holding her composurenot letting anger take hold. The last thing she needed was to lose control and shout at this supposed friend.
Listen, Daniel, her voice turned cold and flat, first, I was here yesterday. Second, James and I didn’t argue. Third, I know you engineered the whole thing. I just couldn’t see why until now.
The line went quiet. She could almost sense Daniel scrambling for words, hunting a way to shift ground and dodge the direct question.
What…? he managed at last, confusion plain. Yet he recovered quickly and spoke with more force. What do you mean?
Exactly this. You found a girl whose voice matches mine. You asked her to stage the actring, talk as me, pretend I was in the club with some man. All to drive a wedge between us. Admit it, isn’t that so?
Silence held. Emily waited without hurry, aware the moment would decide everythingeither he kept lying or confessed.
At last Daniel let out a sharp breath. His voice cracked and rose, near frantic.
Yes, I arranged it! Because I love you, Emily! Because I see how James treats you. Because I want you happywith me!
Emily closed her eyes briefly. Bitterness welled up, but she locked it down, refusing to let it colour her words.
Happy? she gave a dry laugh, empty of any warmth. What made you think I’d be happy with you? Who do you think you are? Just a man who swaps women like old coats. Even if you were the last person left, I’d never look your way, understand?
Daniel paused, as though collecting himself, then spoke softly, almost to himself.
I believed… if you argued, you’d see he isn’t worthy of you. That you’d notice me! I’m far better than James! And the other women… I was only trying to put you out of my mind! But no one comes close to you, don’t you see! I’ll treat you like a queen, spoil you, worship you… Just pick me!
Anger rose in Emily, cold and unyielding. She kept her grip firm on the phone, yet her voice stayed even and detached.
You? Truly? Never! You betrayed a friendship and trust. All for what? Your own fantasies?
Each word landed like a final judgmentclear and steady. No heat or outburst coloured her tone, only unshakeable certainty.
Emily, I’m sorry… Daniel’s voice wavered, stripped of any push or certainty, leaving only confusion and regret.
Emily had already decided. She would offer no opening for excuses.
No, Daniel. No forgiveness. No friendship either. Don’t call me again. Ever. And forget James’s number as wellI’ll make sure he hears every word of this conversation.
She ended the call and set the phone down slowly. Her hands shook for a moment, but she steadied herself, breathed deeply, and turned to the window. Snow still fell quietly beyond the glass, as though nothing had changed.
Just then James stepped into the room. He caught her serious expression at once and paused.
Well? he asked from the doorway, worry in his voice though he tried to sound calm.
Emily faced him with a bitter half-smile.
It’s all clear now, she said with a sigh. He set it up. He admitted he loves me and wanted us to fall out. Promised me everything! Can you imagine? The nerve…
James sat beside her on the sofa and took her hand gently. His fingers closed round hers with quiet strength, enough to let her feel his presence. The touch carried all he meant: he was there, and her feelings mattered.
Then he was never a true friend, James said quietly. Put him out of your mind. We don’t need to waste energy on it. Truth is, I’d noticed signs for a while, but I lacked proof and feared it was only in my head. Now it fits.
Yes, she agreed, shifting closer until her shoulder rested against his. At least we know the truth now. And who we can rely on.
Her voice stayed even, without strain. The resentment and hurt had faded, leaving only quiet relief that the matter was settled. She closed her eyes briefly, drawing in the familiar comfort of home: the scent of warm wood, fresh tea, and the faint trace of her perfume.
You know, Emily said suddenly, a spark lighting her eyes, this might even be a good thing. We have a solid excuse to skip those parties now. You won’t have to fall out with anyone else over him, will you? We can simply say there’s someone there I can’t stand.
She spoke lightly, almost teasing, yet the words held truth. No more polite dodges or weighing the cost of saying no. It was simple now: them in their quiet space, and the rest of itirrelevant.
James laughed, genuine and free of the earlier tension.
Spot on. Films and tea it is, he said, leaning in to catch her gaze.
And staying right here, she added with a small smile, tugging the throw around herself like a shield of warmth and ease.
Ideal, he nodded, pulling her closer still.
And so, with snowflakes turning slowly outside and the lamp’s gentle light filling the room, their small world felt whole and secure once more. In this space of quiet sounds and known comforts, no lies, doubts, or schemes had a place. Only the two of them remainedtwo people certain that what mattered most was already theirs: trust, warmth, and the knowledge that tomorrow would bring the same steady calm.
Daniel sat at his kitchen table in utter silence, eyes fixed on an empty cup of long-cold tea. He could not recall his last siphis mind looped endlessly on the words that refused to fade: “Don’t call me again. Ever.”
Yet instead of remorse or any sense that he had crossed a line, a heavy, dull rage swelled in his chest. It squeezed his ribs, stole his even breath, and drove his nails into his palms.
Why did it all fall apart?! he burst out, sweeping an arm across the table and scattering crumbs from the biscuit he had been chewing without thought.
The events of the previous evening replayed without mercy. He saw himself entering the club after arranging everything with Sophie, the girl he had met weeks earlier in a café. She had drawn his eye at once with her similar features, the same style of hair, and a voice nearly identical to Emily’s. When he laid out the plan, she had smiled and nodded: “No trouble. I enjoy this sort of thing.”
He remembered standing apart, watching her speak into the phone while pretending to be a drunken, careless Emily. She laughed, stretched her words, tossed out cutting remarksprecisely as he had instructed. Excitement had surged through him then, almost triumph: this was the turning point. “If it works,” he had thought, “Emily will realise James doesn’t value her. That someone else loves her properly.”
Now he had only a cold dismissal and the bitter knowledge that the scheme had collapsed. Worse, he had lost everything.
“This isn’t my fault!” he argued inwardly, pacing the kitchen and knocking against a chair without noticing. “It’s them… they refuse to see! James doesn’t deserve her, and she trusts him blindly!”
He halted at the table and gripped the edge until his knuckles paled. Years of watching Emily and James flashed through his mind. He had envied their easy laughter over nothing, the quiet looks they shared without thinking. He had believed he could offer her the sameonly stronger and more real. So he had taken the only path he saw.
He moved to the window. Snowflakes drifted outside, settling on the sill and bare branches. The scene looked untouched and still.
Why do they get everything while I get nothing?! the words escaped aloud. Why James? I’m worth more! I’m better at everything!
He knew he had lost more than Emilyhe had lost a friend. James, who had always stood ready with help and belief. That bond lay broken beyond repair. Yet remorse never came, only a searing irritation, a blend of hurt and frustration that ate at him.
The mobile rested on the table, silent and distant. Daniel knew he would not ring Emily. He would not explain, defend, or plead. That would count as another loss. Fresh thoughts already formed, sharp and sour.
“Let them stay in their little haven. Let them believe they’ve won. But I know the truth: James never appreciated her the way I would. One day Emily will see it. Perhaps when it’s too late…”
He stepped to the window, fixed on the falling snow, and hissed under his breath.
You think you’ve won, Emily? You think it’s all settled? The truth is you can’t see past your blanket and tea. You don’t notice the man who loves you as you deserve. You picked a lie instead. So enjoy it…
He turned sharply from the glass and spotted the sheet of paper on the tablethe one where he had written out the plan, the exact lines for Sophie, the way to steer the talk. Without pause he snatched it, ripped it into fragments, crushed them, and dropped them into the bin. That scrap stood as proof of his complete failure.
Snow kept falling beyond the window, blanketing everything in white. Daniel closed his eyes and pictured Emily beside James, laughing over the film, sharing tea. Warm, safe, wrapped in their small world free of deceit.
Instead of wishing them well or letting go, only one stubborn thought grew louder inside him.
This was meant to be mine. All of it should have been mine.Winter this year appeared intent on unveiling its full grandeur: snow had piled so deep that gardens and roads became enchanting vistas. Soft white flakes spun endlessly through the air, drifting gently onto rooftops and pavements, while the biting frost gave the air an extra crispness and clarity.
Inside the flat belonging to Emily and James, the mood felt worlds apartwarm and soothing. Beyond the wide window, the snowy display played out, yet within, sealed behind the glass, everything stayed snug and still. A bedside lamp glowed with a gentle, subdued light, forming a pocket of comforting radiance that pushed back the winter’s edge.
The pair curled up on the sofa, bundled under a thick throw. A light-hearted family film flickered across the television, offering little in the way of depth but plenty for a chuckle and a break. Emily followed the story closely, now and then allowing a faint smile to cross her face at private thoughts. James lounged beside her, back against the cushions, eyes on the screen too, though his focus wandered often to the snow drifting past the pane. The view held an almost painful beauty.
A soft chime broke the calmJames’s mobile ringing. He lingered before responding, unwilling to shatter their peaceful evening together, yet the sound came again. Letting out a quiet breath, he fished the device from his pocket, checked the display, and sighed once more.
Daniel again, he told his wife. Third time tonight.
Emily angled her head his way but kept her gaze fixed on the film.
Likely pressing us to visit again, she answered evenly. He bought that cottage and wants a celebration. He simply won’t accept a refusal.
James dragged a finger over the screen to take the call.
Hi, Dan, he managed, forcing cheer into his tone.
James! When are you getting here? His friend’s voice buzzed with energy. I mentioned we’re marking the purchase! All set: the cottage is cosy with the fire going, the table laid, mates are on their way. Stop hiding indoors, eh? Bring Emily along, it’ll be a laugh!
James held still a moment, weighing his reply. He shot a glance at Emily, who gave the slightest shake of her head. No words passed her lips, yet he read the message clear: loud gatherings, blaring music, nonstop talk and commotion held no place in their plans. Both craved a hushed weekend in their sheltered corner, free to linger without hurry or obligation.
James paused before speaking. An idea struck him, and he seized it at once.
Listen, he started low, it’s like this… Emily headed to her mum’s for a few days. I won’t go solo, you understand. Someone might let something slip to her… I’d rather not row with her over nothing. We’ll catch up another time, later on.
A short hush followed on the line before Daniel answered, plainly taken aback.
She’s gone? When does she return?
Tomorrow evening, James replied, a trace of longing in his voice. She chose to go on a whim… And we had such plans lined up! A trip to the cinema, a stroll through the park while the weather holds, perhaps even the ice rink. None of it worked out. So, another day, all right?
Daniel stayed quiet briefly, seeming to reflect, then his tone shifted to something oddly pleased.
Fine… But tell me the moment she’s back. I really want to see you both!
Sure, James said at once. I’ll let you know straight away. Perhaps next weekend? Assuming nothing shifts, of course.
He ended the call, set the mobile on the low table, and released a relieved breath. A wry smile tugged at his mouth.
Phew, managed to dodge it, he muttered, facing Emily. Why won’t he let it drop? I made it plain I had no interest in his cottage! What would we even do? Sit watching them get plastered? Daniel has no other way to unwind! Never mind. I’d far rather spend the time just with you.
He drew her close, sensing the strain of the past minutes ease away. The flat stayed warm and hushed, snowflakes turning lazily beyond the glass, while their favourite film carried onslow and comforting, nothing like the raucous nights James avoided.
Emily pressed against him, absorbing the steady heat of his frame and the even pull of his breath. The room kept its gentle feel: the lamp’s soft pool of light, the unhurried film on screen, the steady tick of the clock on the wall. Together they built a shield of safety and stillness absent from the daily rush.
Same here, she murmured, tilting her head to meet his eyes. Let’s just finish the film and turn in. Nothing else required.
James smiled and tightened his hold on her shoulders. He pictured the next couple of hours: lights out, tucked beneath the warm cover, drifting off to the far-off howl of wind outside. Yet another ring shattered the plan. And from the same number.
James’s brow furrowed. He flicked a brief look at the screen and reached reluctantly for the mobile. What now?
Dan, I already said… he began, aiming for calm, though strain edged his words.
James, Daniel’s voice came unusually grave, even tight, I’m at the Crystal Club, out with the lads for a bit before heading to the cottage. And there… there’s Emily. With some bloke. They’re drinking, she’s got her arms round him. I didn’t want to step in, but… you need to know. She claimed she was off to her mum’s! So she’s clearly lied!
James went rigid. He stared at his wife in shock, then back at the screen, wondering if his friend was having him on.
What? he asked, doubt thick in his voice. You’re certain? Could you have mixed her up with someone else? I can tell you for a fact I know exactly where my wife is!
Without question, Daniel replied, steady and sure. She’s well gone, laughing too loud. The whole thing looks… off, if I’m honest. And she doesn’t even care I’m there! She just waves me away! Want me to pass her the phone?
James shut his eyes briefly, ordering his thoughts. Doubts spun through his mind without answers. What was unfolding? How could his friend be so mistaken? Or… was something else at play?
Do it, he said shortly, switching to speaker. Curiosity stirred despite everything.
Muffled bass from club music poured from the speaker, mixed with sudden laughs and blurred talk. Then a woman’s voice cut throughclose enough to Emily’s that James’s heart lurched.
Hello? Who is this? it came with a pause, as though the speaker took a moment to register the call.
James swallowed hard, fighting the dryness in his throat. He looked at Emily beside him, her eyes wide, plainly lost.
Emily? he said, keeping his tone level. It’s James. What’s going on?
A brief laugh answered, followed by the same voice, now bolder and edged with a rasp.
Oh, James, you’re such a bore! I want to have fun, all right? I’m sick of your dull routine. I’m letting loose while I still can!
Emily sprang from the sofa, colour draining from her face. She clutched a hand to her chest as if to still her pounding heart and whispered, barely audible.
What rubbish! How could he mistake me for her? And how does this woman know your name? What is all this?
Where are you?
Why should you care? the voice snapped back with defiance. I may be your wife, but I don’t owe you a report. I do as I please!
Laughter and the clink of glasses rose again in the background before Daniel broke in.
James, you heard that? I warned you…
James cut him off, a knot of fury, bewilderment, and a childish urge to look away twisting inside him.
Enough, he said, firm yet with a shake. I’ll handle this tomorrow. Don’t ring again.
He ended the call at once, flung the mobile across the sofa, and fixed his stare on the ceiling in stunned silence. Without Emily right there… he might have believed every word.
She dropped back onto the cushions and regarded her husband with confusion. The voice had matched hers so closely! Yet that mattered little now. The real question was how the woman had the details to pull it off. Someone had clearly coached her.
This is mad, she breathed, her voice tight. Who was that? What sort of game is this?
James shook his head and dragged a hand through his hair, leaving it more tousled than before. No clear answer cameonly suspicions, and ugly ones at that.
I don’t know, he said, gazing aside as though searching for something there. But the voice… identical. The way she spoke, the laugheverything lined up. It can’t be chance.
And Daniel sounded so convinced it was me, she added, a tremor in her words. Think what would have happened if I really weren’t here. You’d have believed I was… truly in that club, with some man.
James turned toward her, his expression softening. He reached out, slid an arm round her shoulders, and drew her nearer. She trembled lightly, and he sensed how vital it was to stay close, to offer her steadiness.
I’d have doubted it all the same, he said with certainty. You wouldn’t behave that way! I know you. I know what you think of that sort of thing. This is… some foolish mix-up, a joke, I can’t say. But I’ll get to the bottom of it! If I have to, I’ll visit the club and ask for the footage. We’ll see who that girl really was.
Emily leaned into him, feeling the chill that had gripped her begin to thaw, giving way to warmth that reached beyond the physical. She drew a long breath, steadying herself.
Yes, she said, raising her head. That’s not me at all. But who is it? And for what reason?
James lifted his shoulders, yet the earlier bewilderment had left his eyes, replaced by resolve to untangle the odd tale. He gripped her hand harder, as though to remind her they faced it together.
The following day, near midday, Emily sat at the kitchen table with tea, scanning work messages on her laptop. A ring broke the quietDaniel’s name lit the screen. She waited a beat before answering; after last night’s events, bracing for his voice took effort. Curiosity prevailedshe needed to learn what he would claim.
Hello, Daniel began warily, as if testing fragile ground. Did you speak with James after last night?
Emily tightened her hold on the phone. She saw her chance to press for answerswhat exactly Daniel had witnessed and why he had been so certain it was her. After a pause to choose her words, she replied.
Yes. We… had words. He accused me of something vague and wouldn’t hear me out. Says I lied to him.
A brief silence followed. Emily heard Daniel exhale sharply, then a thread of satisfaction entered his tonefaint yet unmistakable.
Really, he said slowly. Well… I’ve always thought James doesn’t value you enough. He never saw who you truly are.
Anger surged in Emily, yet she kept her reply measured. She had to hear him through to grasp his direction.
What are you saying? she asked, voice steady.
Daniel dropped lower, almost whispering, and the forced closeness in his manner felt unsettling.
That you deserve better! Emily, I’ve wanted to say this for ages… I love you. For real. And I’m ready to look after you. If you decide to leave James, I’ll be here. Always.
Emily stayed quiet, sorting through the rush of thoughts. How long had he carried this? Why now, after the absurd events? Or had he arranged everything, knowing she was supposedly away…
She steadied herself with a deep breath and answered calmly but without room for doubt.
Daniel, this is unexpected. And, frankly, out of place. I love James, and we’ll sort out what happened. There’s no need for you to get involved.
Sorry if I overstepped, he said at last, his earlier assurance gone. I just… wanted you to know you have someone to turn to. James was out of line, blaming you for everything. I caught a bit from him… It looks like he wants out and is hunting for a reason! I only want you safe!
Emily’s fingers whitened around the phone. She inhaled slowly, holding her composurenot letting anger take hold. The last thing she needed was to lose control and shout at this supposed friend.
Listen, Daniel, her voice turned cold and flat, first, I was here yesterday. Second, James and I didn’t argue. Third, I know you engineered the whole thing. I just couldn’t see why until now.
The line went quiet. She could almost sense Daniel scrambling for words, hunting a way to shift ground and dodge the direct question.
What…? he managed at last, confusion plain. Yet he recovered quickly and spoke with more force. What do you mean?
Exactly this. You found a girl whose voice matches mine. You asked her to stage the actring, talk as me, pretend I was in the club with some man. All to drive a wedge between us. Admit it, isn’t that so?
Silence held. Emily waited without hurry, aware the moment would decide everythingeither he kept lying or confessed.
At last Daniel let out a sharp breath. His voice cracked and rose, near frantic.
Yes, I arranged it! Because I love you, Emily! Because I see how James treats you. Because I want you happywith me!
Emily closed her eyes briefly. Bitterness welled up, but she locked it down, refusing to let it colour her words.
Happy? she gave a dry laugh, empty of any warmth. What made you think I’d be happy with you? Who do you think you are? Just a man who swaps women like old coats. Even if you were the last person left, I’d never look your way, understand?
Daniel paused, as though collecting himself, then spoke softly, almost to himself.
I believed… if you argued, you’d see he isn’t worthy of you. That you’d notice me! I’m far better than James! And the other women… I was only trying to put you out of my mind! But no one comes close to you, don’t you see! I’ll treat you like a queen, spoil you, worship you… Just pick me!
Anger rose in Emily, cold and unyielding. She kept her grip firm on the phone, yet her voice stayed even and detached.
You? Truly? Never! You betrayed a friendship and trust. All for what? Your own fantasies?
Each word landed like a final judgmentclear and steady. No heat or outburst coloured her tone, only unshakeable certainty.
Emily, I’m sorry… Daniel’s voice wavered, stripped of any push or certainty, leaving only confusion and regret.
Emily had already decided. She would offer no opening for excuses.
No, Daniel. No forgiveness. No friendship either. Don’t call me again. Ever. And forget James’s number as wellI’ll make sure he hears every word of this conversation.
She ended the call and set the phone down slowly. Her hands shook for a moment, but she steadied herself, breathed deeply, and turned to the window. Snow still fell quietly beyond the glass, as though nothing had changed.
Just then James stepped into the room. He caught her serious expression at once and paused.
Well? he asked from the doorway, worry in his voice though he tried to sound calm.
Emily faced him with a bitter half-smile.
It’s all clear now, she said with a sigh. He set it up. He admitted he loves me and wanted us to fall out. Promised me everything! Can you imagine? The nerve…
James sat beside her on the sofa and took her hand gently. His fingers closed round hers with quiet strength, enough to let her feel his presence. The touch carried all he meant: he was there, and her feelings mattered.
Then he was never a true friend, James said quietly. Put him out of your mind. We don’t need to waste energy on it. Truth is, I’d noticed signs for a while, but I lacked proof and feared it was only in my head. Now it fits.
Yes, she agreed, shifting closer until her shoulder rested against his. At least we know the truth now. And who we can rely on.
Her voice stayed even, without strain. The resentment and hurt had faded, leaving only quiet relief that the matter was settled. She closed her eyes briefly, drawing in the familiar comfort of home: the scent of warm wood, fresh tea, and the faint trace of her perfume.
You know, Emily said suddenly, a spark lighting her eyes, this might even be a good thing. We have a solid excuse to skip those parties now. You won’t have to fall out with anyone else over him, will you? We can simply say there’s someone there I can’t stand.
She spoke lightly, almost teasing, yet the words held truth. No more polite dodges or weighing the cost of saying no. It was simple now: them in their quiet space, and the rest of itirrelevant.
James laughed, genuine and free of the earlier tension.
Spot on. Films and tea it is, he said, leaning in to catch her gaze.
And staying right here, she added with a small smile, tugging the throw around herself like a shield of warmth and ease.
Ideal, he nodded, pulling her closer still.
And so, with snowflakes turning slowly outside and the lamp’s gentle light filling the room, their small world felt whole and secure once more. In this space of quiet sounds and known comforts, no lies, doubts, or schemes had a place. Only the two of them remainedtwo people certain that what mattered most was already theirs: trust, warmth, and the knowledge that tomorrow would bring the same steady calm.
Daniel sat at his kitchen table in utter silence, eyes fixed on an empty cup of long-cold tea. He could not recall his last siphis mind looped endlessly on the words that refused to fade: “Don’t call me again. Ever.”
Yet instead of remorse or any sense that he had crossed a line, a heavy, dull rage swelled in his chest. It squeezed his ribs, stole his even breath, and drove his nails into his palms.
Why did it all fall apart?! he burst out, sweeping an arm across the table and scattering crumbs from the biscuit he had been chewing without thought.
The events of the previous evening replayed without mercy. He saw himself entering the club after arranging everything with Sophie, the girl he had met weeks earlier in a café. She had drawn his eye at once with her similar features, the same style of hair, and a voice nearly identical to Emily’s. When he laid out the plan, she had smiled and nodded: “No trouble. I enjoy this sort of thing.”
He remembered standing apart, watching her speak into the phone while pretending to be a drunken, careless Emily. She laughed, stretched her words, tossed out cutting remarksprecisely as he had instructed. Excitement had surged through him then, almost triumph: this was the turning point. “If it works,” he had thought, “Emily will realise James doesn’t value her. That someone else loves her properly.”
Now he had only a cold dismissal and the bitter knowledge that the scheme had collapsed. Worse, he had lost everything.
“This isn’t my fault!” he argued inwardly, pacing the kitchen and knocking against a chair without noticing. “It’s them… they refuse to see! James doesn’t deserve her, and she trusts him blindly!”
He halted at the table and gripped the edge until his knuckles paled. Years of watching Emily and James flashed through his mind. He had envied their easy laughter over nothing, the quiet looks they shared without thinking. He had believed he could offer her the sameonly stronger and more real. So he had taken the only path he saw.
He moved to the window. Snowflakes drifted outside, settling on the sill and bare branches. The scene looked untouched and still.
Why do they get everything while I get nothing?! the words escaped aloud. Why James? I’m worth more! I’m better at everything!
He knew he had lost more than Emilyhe had lost a friend. James, who had always stood ready with help and belief. That bond lay broken beyond repair. Yet remorse never came, only a searing irritation, a blend of hurt and frustration that ate at him.
The mobile rested on the table, silent and distant. Daniel knew he would not ring Emily. He would not explain, defend, or plead. That would count as another loss. Fresh thoughts already formed, sharp and sour.
“Let them stay in their little haven. Let them believe they’ve won. But I know the truth: James never appreciated her the way I would. One day Emily will see it. Perhaps when it’s too late…”
He stepped to the window, fixed on the falling snow, and hissed under his breath.
You think you’ve won, Emily? You think it’s all settled? The truth is you can’t see past your blanket and tea. You don’t notice the man who loves you as you deserve. You picked a lie instead. So enjoy it…
He turned sharply from the glass and spotted the sheet of paper on the tablethe one where he had written out the plan, the exact lines for Sophie, the way to steer the talk. Without pause he snatched it, ripped it into fragments, crushed them, and dropped them into the bin. That scrap stood as proof of his complete failure.
Snow kept falling beyond the window, blanketing everything in white. Daniel closed his eyes and pictured Emily beside James, laughing over the film, sharing tea. Warm, safe, wrapped in their small world free of deceit.
Instead of wishing them well or letting go, only one stubborn thought grew louder inside him.
This was meant to be mine. All of it should have been mine.
