This winter in England is showing its full splendour, with snow falling so heavily that gardens and streets have turned into magical scenes. Fluffy white flakes keep swirling through the air, softly settling on rooftops and pavements, while the frost brings a crisp freshness and clarity to everything outside.
In the flat belonging to Emily and James, the mood feels entirely different warm and peaceful. Beyond the large window, the snowy display unfolds, yet inside, behind the firmly shut panes, everything stays cosy and still. The table lamp gives off a gentle, muted glow that forms a circle of soft light around it, keeping the winter chill at bay.
The couple sits on the sofa, wrapped in a thick blanket. A light family comedy plays on the television, nothing too serious, just something to chuckle at and unwind. Emily watches closely, now and then smiling faintly to herself. James leans back relaxed against the cushions beside her, also following the film, though his eyes keep drifting to the snow drifting down outside. The view looks stunning.
A melodic ring breaks the pleasant calm Jamess phone is calling. He does not react straight away, as if unwilling to spoil this quiet family moment, but the ringing comes again. With a soft sigh, he takes the smartphone from his pocket, checks the screen and sighs once more.
Daniel is ringing again, he tells his wife. That makes three times this evening already.
Emily turns her head slightly his way but keeps her gaze on the screen.
Probably inviting us over once more, she answers calmly. He bought that cottage and wants to celebrate. For some reason this chap simply refuses to accept the word no.
James swipes his finger across the screen to take the call.
Hi, Dan, he says, doing his best to sound upbeat.
James! When are you getting here? his friends voice rings with excitement. I told you we are celebrating the purchase! Everything is ready: the hot tub is heated up, the table is laid, friends are arriving. Enough staying indoors, eh? Come along with Emily, it will be a laugh!
James falls quiet for a moment while he thinks of a reply. He glances sideways at Emily, who gives the smallest shake of her head. She says nothing, yet he reads her silent message clearly: noisy get-togethers, loud music, endless chatter and bustle none of that suits their plans tonight. Both of them want these weekends spent quietly in their own snug corner, where there is no hurry and no need to explain themselves to anyone.
James waits a little before answering. A clever idea pops into his head and he uses it at once.
Listen, he begins softly, something has come up Emily has gone to her mums for a couple of days. I do not fancy going on my own, you understand. Someone might let something slip to her I do not want to row with my wife over nothing. We will definitely catch up sometime, but later.
A brief silence follows on the other end, then Daniel replies with obvious surprise.
Gone to her mums? When is she due back?
Tomorrow evening, James says with a touch of wistfulness. She made up her mind all of a sudden And we had such plans! We meant to see a film, stroll in the park while the weather holds, perhaps pop to the ice rink. But it did not work out. So another time, all right?
Daniel stays quiet for a short while, as if considering, before his voice takes on a strangely satisfied tone.
Fair enough But let me know the moment she returns. I really want to see you both!
Of course, James agrees at once. As soon as there is a chance I will let you know. Maybe next weekend? Provided the plans stay the same, naturally.
He says goodbye, sets the phone on the small table between the armchairs and breathes out in relief. A smile forms on his face without effort.
Phew, just managed to dodge it, he murmurs, turning to Emily. Why is he so insistent? I made it plain I do not want to go to his cottage! What would we do there? Watch them get drunk? Dan cannot relax any other way! Never mind, forget it. I much prefer time spent only with you.
He puts an arm round her, sensing the tension of the last few minutes begin to ease. The flat remains warm and quiet, snowflakes continue to drift outside, and their favourite film carries on across the screen slow and comforting, nothing like the rowdy parties James dislikes.
Emily leans into James, feeling the warmth of his body and the steady rhythm of his breathing. The room keeps its cosy feel: the lamps soft light, the unhurried black-and-white film on the screen, the quiet ticking of the wall clock. All of it creates a sense of safety and calm that everyday life so often lacks.
Me too, she says quietly, lifting her head a little to meet his eyes. Let us just watch the film and go to bed. Nothing else is needed.
James smiles and holds her shoulders more firmly. He is already picturing how in a couple of hours they will switch off the light, tuck themselves under a warm blanket and drift off to the distant sound of the wind in the snow outside. Yet their plans are broken by another ring. And, most oddly, from the very same caller.
James frowns, shoots a quick look at the screen and reaches for the phone with reluctance. What now?
Dan, I already said he starts, aiming for a calm tone, yet strain creeps into his voice.
James, Daniels voice sounds unusually serious, even tense, I am at the Starlight Club at the moment, we decided to let loose with the lads before heading to the cottage. And there there is Emily. With some bloke. They are drinking, she is hugging him. I did not want to step in, but you ought to know. She told you she had gone to her mums! So she has clearly lied!
James freezes. He looks at his wife in surprise, then shifts his gaze to the screen, wondering whether his friend is playing a joke.
What? he asks, doubt plain in his tone. Are you certain? Perhaps you are mixing her up with someone else? I can state with confidence that I know precisely where my wife is!
Absolutely, Daniel replies firmly. No trace of doubt colours his voice. She is already drunk, laughing loudly. The whole thing looks not very decent, to be honest. And she is not even bothered by my being there! She just brushes me off! Want me to hand her the phone?
James shuts his eyes for a second, trying to gather his thoughts. Questions whirl through his mind, yet he finds answers to none. What is actually going on? How could his friend be so mistaken? Or is something else at work here?
Go on then, he says shortly, switching to speakerphone. He is even curious to hear what comes next.
Muffled bass from club music fills the speaker, mixed with bursts of laughter and unclear voices. Then a womans voice cuts through the noise so like Emilys that Jamess heart lurches.
Hello? Who is this? it comes with a slight pause, as though the person on the other end has only just realised they are answering.
James swallows, trying to ease the sudden dryness in his throat. He looks at Emily, who sits beside him with wide eyes, clearly puzzled.
Emily? he says, keeping his voice level. It is James. What is happening?
A short chuckle answers, followed by the same voice, now looser and slightly husky.
Oh, James, you are boring me! I want to relax, understand? I am tired of your dull life. I am going to enjoy myself until I get fed up!
Emily jumps up from the sofa, her face turning pale. She presses a hand to her chest as if to steady her quickened heartbeat and whispers almost inaudibly.
What rubbish! How could he confuse me with someone? And why does this woman know your name? What on earth is going on?
And where are you?
What business is it of yours? the voice in the speaker retorts defiantly. I may be your wife but I do not have to report in. I do as I please!
Laughter and the clink of glasses sound again in the background, then Daniel breaks in.
James, did you hear that? I told you
James cuts him off sharply, feeling anger, confusion and a strange, almost childish urge to look away and ignore it all swirl inside him.
Stop, he says firmly, though his voice still wavers a little. I will sort this tomorrow. Do not ring again.
He ends the call quickly, flings the phone further along the sofa and stares at the ceiling in utter bewilderment. If Emily were not sitting right there beside him he might actually have believed it!
She drops back onto the sofa and stares at her husband in confusion. The womans voice really did sound like hers! But that is not the main point now! The main point is something else how does she know the details to act this way? Someone must have told her exactly what to say!
Well, this is a turn-up, she whispers, her voice a little tight. Who was that? What kind of performance is this?
James shakes his head and runs a thoughtful hand through his hair, ruffling it further. He has no answer, only suspicions. Very unpleasant ones
I have no idea, he replies, gazing off to one side as if hoping to spot some clue there. But the voice it is identical. Even the way she laughs and the tone everything matches. This cannot be mere chance.
And Daniel sounded so sure it was me, she says with a slight tremor. Just think, if I really had not been here. You would have believed I that I was actually in that club with some man.
James turns towards her, his expression softening. He reaches out, puts an arm gently round her shoulders and draws her close. Her body trembles slightly, and he feels how important it is to stay near, to give her a sense of steadiness.
I would still have wondered, he says with certainty. You would never behave like that! I know you. I know what you think of such things. This is all some ridiculous mistake, a prank, I cannot say. But I will get to the bottom of it! If I have to, I will go to the club and ask to see the cameras. We will find out who that girl really was.
Emily presses against him, feeling the tight cold inside her begin to lift and warmth take its place not only physical but deeper too. She draws a long breath, trying to steady herself.
Yes, she agrees, raising her head a little. That was definitely not me. But who was it? And why?
James shrugs, yet the earlier confusion has left his eyes now they show a clear resolve to untangle this odd business. He squeezes her hand more firmly, as if to say they are together and will manage whatever comes.
The next day, towards midday, Emily sits in the kitchen drinking tea and checking work messages on her laptop. A ring breaks the quiet Daniels name appears on the screen. She pauses before answering: after last nights events it is hard to feel ready for a talk with him. Yet curiosity wins she wants to hear what he has to say.
Hello, Daniel begins carefully, as though testing the ground. Did you speak with James after yesterday?
Emily grips the phone. She decides to use the moment and get to the truth find out exactly what Daniel saw and why he was so convinced it was her last night. After a brief pause, as if choosing her words, she replies.
Yes. We argued. He accused me of something I do not understand and would not listen to any explanation. He says I am lying to him.
Silence lasts a second on the line. Emily hears Daniel breathe out heavily, then a note of satisfaction slips into his voice faint yet clear.
I see, he says slowly. Well, you know I have always said James does not value you. He never understood what you are really like.
Emily feels heat rising inside, yet she keeps her tone measured. She needs to hear him out fully and understand where he is heading.
What do you mean? she asks, keeping her voice steady.
Daniel lowers his voice, almost to a whisper, and something unsettling lies in that deliberate closeness.
That you deserve more! Emily, I have wanted to tell you for a long time I love you. Properly. And I am ready to look after you. If you choose to leave James I will be here. Always.
Emily stays silent, trying to take in what she has heard. Thoughts race: how long has Daniel felt this? Why speak now, after this whole silly business? Or did he arrange everything once he learned she was supposedly away
She takes a deep breath, gathers herself and answers calmly but firmly.
Daniel, this is very unexpected. And, to be honest, out of place. I love James, and we will sort out what happened. There is no need for you to get involved.
Sorry if I said too much, he says at last, and the earlier confidence has gone from his tone. I just wanted you to know there is someone you can turn to. James was out of order, blaming you for everything. I heard bits from him It looks as though he simply wants to be rid of you and is searching for an excuse! I only want you to be safe!
Emily clutches the phone so tightly her fingers whiten. She breathes in deeply, fighting to stay composed she cannot afford to lose her temper and shout at this so-called friend right now!
Listen, Daniel, her voice turns cold and even, with no trace of hesitation, first, I was at home yesterday. Second, James and I did not argue. And third, I know full well that you arranged the whole thing. I just could not see why. Now it is obvious.
A pause hangs on the line. She can almost feel Daniel struggling for words, frantically hunting for a way to dodge or change the subject.
What? he finally manages, confusion clear in his voice. But a second later he steadies himself and speaks more strongly. What are you on about?
Exactly that. You found a girl whose voice is like mine. You asked her to put on this show to ring, use my voice, act as though I am in the club with some man. Because you wanted to cause trouble between us. Admit it, is that not true?
Silence falls again. Emily waits without rushing, knowing the moment of truth has arrived either Daniel keeps lying or tells the truth.
At last Daniel lets out a sharp breath. His voice cracks and rises, almost desperate.
Yes, I set it up! Because I love you, Emily! Because I see how James treats you. Because I want you to be happy with me!
Emily closes her eyes for a moment. Bitterness swells in her chest, yet she holds it back and does not let it colour her words.
Happy? she laughs bitterly, though the sound is dry and joyless. What made you think I would be happy with you? Who are you anyway? Just an ordinary man who swaps girlfriends like gloves. Even if you were the only person left in the world I would not give you a second look, do you understand?
Daniel falls quiet briefly, as if sorting his thoughts, then speaks softly, almost whispering, as though he scarcely believes his own words.
I thought I thought if you rowed you would realise he does not deserve you. That you would notice me! I am far better than James! And the other girls I was only trying to forget you! But no one compares to you, you know! I would carry you on my hands, spoil you, adore you Just pick me!
Anger rises in Emily not hot and sudden but cold and solid. She grips the phone yet keeps her voice level and steady.
You? Seriously? Never! You betrayed friendship and trust. And for what? For your fantasies?
She speaks calmly, yet each word lands like a final judgement clear and unwavering. No anger or panic colours her tone, only firm belief that she is right.
Emily, I am sorry Daniels voice shakes. All pressure and self-assurance have vanished only confusion and regret remain.
But Emily has already decided. She will not give him room to explain or defend himself.
No, Daniel. There will be no forgiveness. Nor any friendship. Do not ring me again! Ever! And forget Jamess number as well I will make sure he hears the recording of this fine conversation!
She ends the call and lowers the phone slowly to the table. Her fingers tremble slightly, yet she steadies herself, draws a long breath and looks out of the window. Snow still falls quietly beyond the glass, as though nothing has happened.
Just then James comes into the room. He notices her serious face at once and grows alert.
Well? he asks, pausing in the doorway. Worry shows in his voice, though he tries to sound calm.
Emily turns to him and says with a bitter smile.
It is all clear now, she sighs. He arranged everything. He admitted he loves me and wanted us to fall out. He promised me the earth! Can you imagine? How underhand of him
James sits beside her on the sofa and takes her hand gently. His fingers press her palm firmly so she feels his support. In that simple touch lies everything he wants to convey: I am here, I am with you, and your feelings matter.
So he was never a true friend, James says quietly. Put him out of your mind! We do not need to waste energy dwelling on it. To be honest, I have noticed warning signs for a while, but I had no solid proof. I worried it was just my imagination. But now it all fits together.
Yes, she agrees, shifting closer and resting her shoulder against his. At least now we know the truth. And we know who we can rely on.
Her voice stays even, without strain. No resentment or bitterness lingers only a quiet relief that matters have finally become plain. She closes her eyes briefly, breathing in the familiar comforting scents of home: warm wood, freshly made tea and the faint trace of her favourite perfume.
You know, Emily smiles suddenly, and light sparkles in her eyes, this may even be for the best. Now we have a solid excuse to skip all those parties. You will not be falling out with other friends over him, will you? We can simply say there is someone there I would rather avoid.
She says it lightly, almost playfully, yet the words hold real truth. There is no longer any need for polite excuses or weighing up whether to go or worrying that a refusal might upset someone. Now it is simple: there is them and their cosy world, and there is everything else which no longer counts.
James laughs genuinely, without any remaining tension.
Spot on. We will watch films and drink tea, he agrees, tilting his head to catch her gaze.
And stay right here, she adds with a light smile, tugging the edge of the blanket over herself and settling into it like a safe cocoon.
Ideal, he nods, holding her closer.
And so, among the snowflakes drifting slowly past the window and the soft warm light of the table lamp, their small world feels whole and secure once more. In this room, filled with quiet sounds and familiar smells, there is no space for lies, doubts or anyone elses schemes. Here there are only the two of them who know that the most important things are already theirs: trust, warmth and the certainty that tomorrow will bring the same calm, cosy day as this
Daniel sits at the kitchen table in total silence, staring into an empty cup of long-cold tea. He cannot even recall taking his last sip the words keep replaying in his head like a stuck record: Do not ring me again. Never.
Yet instead of regret or any sense of guilt that might tell him he had done wrong, a dull heavy anger grows in his chest. It presses against his ribs, makes steady breathing difficult and forces his fists tight so his nails bite into his palms.
Why has everything gone wrong?! he shouts, sweeping his hand across the table and scattering crumbs from the biscuit he had been chewing without thinking.
Scenes from the previous evening replay in his mind again and again. There he is entering the club, having already spoken to Olivia the girl he met a couple of weeks earlier in a café. She had caught his eye at once: the same features, similar hair, even her voice sounded almost like Emilys. When he explained his plan she had simply smiled and nodded: Easy. I love games like this.
He remembers standing aside, watching her speak on the phone, pretending to be a drunk, loose Emily. She laughed, drew out her words on purpose and threw sharp remarks exactly as he had instructed. At that moment he had felt a rush of excitement, almost triumph: this was the turning point! If this works, he had thought, Emily will see that James does not value her. That someone truly loves her.
And now now he has only a cold refusal and the bitter knowledge that the plan has failed. Worse, he has lost everything.
This is not my fault! he argues with himself while pacing the kitchen and barely noticing the chair he bumps. It is them they do not see, they do not understand! James does not deserve her, and she believes him without question!
He stops at the table and grips the edge so hard his fingers whiten. Memories flash past: years of watching Emily and James. How he envied their ease, their way of laughing at small things, the warm looks they shared without even noticing. He had believed he could give Emily the same only better, more genuine, stronger. And he had chosen what he saw as the only way forward.
He moves to the window. Snowflakes drift slowly outside, settling on the sill and on the bare branches of the trees. Everything looks so peaceful, so undisturbed
Why do they have everything while I have nothing?! the words burst out. Why did James end up with her! I am worth more! I am better in every way!
He knows he has lost not only Emily he has lost a friend. James, who had always been there, always ready to help, always trusted him. Now that friendship lies in ruins and cannot be mended. Yet instead of remorse he feels only a burning irritation, a mix of hurt and annoyance that sears inside.
The phone rests on the table, silent and unfamiliar. Daniel knows he will not ring Emily. He will not try to explain, defend or beg. That would only be another defeat, further proof he could not get what he wanted. But fresh thoughts are already forming bitter and sharp.
Let them stay in their cosy little world. Let them believe they have won. But I know the truth: James does not value her the way I would. And one day Emily will realise. Perhaps too late
He steps to the window, stares at the falling snow and hisses almost under his breath, as if afraid someone might hear.
You think you have won, Emily? You think everything is settled? But the truth is you cannot see past your cosy blanket and cup of tea. You do not see that someone right here loves you for real. But you chose the illusion. Well, enjoy it
He turns sharply from the window, spots a sheet of paper on the table the one on which he had jotted the plan the day before, listing the phrases Olivia should use and how to shape the talk. Without pausing he snatches it, tears it into tiny pieces, crumples them and drops them into the bin. That sad scrap of paper only reminds him of a complete failure!
Snow keeps falling outside, blanketing the world in white. Daniel closes his eyes and tries to picture Emily beside James right now, laughing, watching a film, sipping tea. How warm and calm it must feel for them. How safe they must feel in their small world with no room for lies or schemes.
And instead of any honest wish for their happiness or any attempt to accept what has happened, only stubbornness grows within him:
This should have been mine. All of it should have been mineThis winter in England is showing its full splendour, with snow falling so heavily that gardens and streets have turned into magical scenes. Fluffy white flakes keep swirling through the air, softly settling on rooftops and pavements, while the frost brings a crisp freshness and clarity to everything outside.
In the flat belonging to Emily and James, the mood feels entirely different warm and peaceful. Beyond the large window, the snowy display unfolds, yet inside, behind the firmly shut panes, everything stays cosy and still. The table lamp gives off a gentle, muted glow that forms a circle of soft light around it, keeping the winter chill at bay.
The couple sits on the sofa, wrapped in a thick blanket. A light family comedy plays on the television, nothing too serious, just something to chuckle at and unwind. Emily watches closely, now and then smiling faintly to herself. James leans back relaxed against the cushions beside her, also following the film, though his eyes keep drifting to the snow drifting down outside. The view looks stunning.
A melodic ring breaks the pleasant calm Jamess phone is calling. He does not react straight away, as if unwilling to spoil this quiet family moment, but the ringing comes again. With a soft sigh, he takes the smartphone from his pocket, checks the screen and sighs once more.
Daniel is ringing again, he tells his wife. That makes three times this evening already.
Emily turns her head slightly his way but keeps her gaze on the screen.
Probably inviting us over once more, she answers calmly. He bought that cottage and wants to celebrate. For some reason this chap simply refuses to accept the word no.
James swipes his finger across the screen to take the call.
Hi, Dan, he says, doing his best to sound upbeat.
James! When are you getting here? his friends voice rings with excitement. I told you we are celebrating the purchase! Everything is ready: the hot tub is heated up, the table is laid, friends are arriving. Enough staying indoors, eh? Come along with Emily, it will be a laugh!
James falls quiet for a moment while he thinks of a reply. He glances sideways at Emily, who gives the smallest shake of her head. She says nothing, yet he reads her silent message clearly: noisy get-togethers, loud music, endless chatter and bustle none of that suits their plans tonight. Both of them want these weekends spent quietly in their own snug corner, where there is no hurry and no need to explain themselves to anyone.
James waits a little before answering. A clever idea pops into his head and he uses it at once.
Listen, he begins softly, something has come up Emily has gone to her mums for a couple of days. I do not fancy going on my own, you understand. Someone might let something slip to her I do not want to row with my wife over nothing. We will definitely catch up sometime, but later.
A brief silence follows on the other end, then Daniel replies with obvious surprise.
Gone to her mums? When is she due back?
Tomorrow evening, James says with a touch of wistfulness. She made up her mind all of a sudden And we had such plans! We meant to see a film, stroll in the park while the weather holds, perhaps pop to the ice rink. But it did not work out. So another time, all right?
Daniel stays quiet for a short while, as if considering, before his voice takes on a strangely satisfied tone.
Fair enough But let me know the moment she returns. I really want to see you both!
Of course, James agrees at once. As soon as there is a chance I will let you know. Maybe next weekend? Provided the plans stay the same, naturally.
He says goodbye, sets the phone on the small table between the armchairs and breathes out in relief. A smile forms on his face without effort.
Phew, just managed to dodge it, he murmurs, turning to Emily. Why is he so insistent? I made it plain I do not want to go to his cottage! What would we do there? Watch them get drunk? Dan cannot relax any other way! Never mind, forget it. I much prefer time spent only with you.
He puts an arm round her, sensing the tension of the last few minutes begin to ease. The flat remains warm and quiet, snowflakes continue to drift outside, and their favourite film carries on across the screen slow and comforting, nothing like the rowdy parties James dislikes.
Emily leans into James, feeling the warmth of his body and the steady rhythm of his breathing. The room keeps its cosy feel: the lamps soft light, the unhurried black-and-white film on the screen, the quiet ticking of the wall clock. All of it creates a sense of safety and calm that everyday life so often lacks.
Me too, she says quietly, lifting her head a little to meet his eyes. Let us just watch the film and go to bed. Nothing else is needed.
James smiles and holds her shoulders more firmly. He is already picturing how in a couple of hours they will switch off the light, tuck themselves under a warm blanket and drift off to the distant sound of the wind in the snow outside. Yet their plans are broken by another ring. And, most oddly, from the very same caller.
James frowns, shoots a quick look at the screen and reaches for the phone with reluctance. What now?
Dan, I already said he starts, aiming for a calm tone, yet strain creeps into his voice.
James, Daniels voice sounds unusually serious, even tense, I am at the Starlight Club at the moment, we decided to let loose with the lads before heading to the cottage. And there there is Emily. With some bloke. They are drinking, she is hugging him. I did not want to step in, but you ought to know. She told you she had gone to her mums! So she has clearly lied!
James freezes. He looks at his wife in surprise, then shifts his gaze to the screen, wondering whether his friend is playing a joke.
What? he asks, doubt plain in his tone. Are you certain? Perhaps you are mixing her up with someone else? I can state with confidence that I know precisely where my wife is!
Absolutely, Daniel replies firmly. No trace of doubt colours his voice. She is already drunk, laughing loudly. The whole thing looks not very decent, to be honest. And she is not even bothered by my being there! She just brushes me off! Want me to hand her the phone?
James shuts his eyes for a second, trying to gather his thoughts. Questions whirl through his mind, yet he finds answers to none. What is actually going on? How could his friend be so mistaken? Or is something else at work here?
Go on then, he says shortly, switching to speakerphone. He is even curious to hear what comes next.
Muffled bass from club music fills the speaker, mixed with bursts of laughter and unclear voices. Then a womans voice cuts through the noise so like Emilys that Jamess heart lurches.
Hello? Who is this? it comes with a slight pause, as though the person on the other end has only just realised they are answering.
James swallows, trying to ease the sudden dryness in his throat. He looks at Emily, who sits beside him with wide eyes, clearly puzzled.
Emily? he says, keeping his voice level. It is James. What is happening?
A short chuckle answers, followed by the same voice, now looser and slightly husky.
Oh, James, you are boring me! I want to relax, understand? I am tired of your dull life. I am going to enjoy myself until I get fed up!
Emily jumps up from the sofa, her face turning pale. She presses a hand to her chest as if to steady her quickened heartbeat and whispers almost inaudibly.
What rubbish! How could he confuse me with someone? And why does this woman know your name? What on earth is going on?
And where are you?
What business is it of yours? the voice in the speaker retorts defiantly. I may be your wife but I do not have to report in. I do as I please!
Laughter and the clink of glasses sound again in the background, then Daniel breaks in.
James, did you hear that? I told you
James cuts him off sharply, feeling anger, confusion and a strange, almost childish urge to look away and ignore it all swirl inside him.
Stop, he says firmly, though his voice still wavers a little. I will sort this tomorrow. Do not ring again.
He ends the call quickly, flings the phone further along the sofa and stares at the ceiling in utter bewilderment. If Emily were not sitting right there beside him he might actually have believed it!
She drops back onto the sofa and stares at her husband in confusion. The womans voice really did sound like hers! But that is not the main point now! The main point is something else how does she know the details to act this way? Someone must have told her exactly what to say!
Well, this is a turn-up, she whispers, her voice a little tight. Who was that? What kind of performance is this?
James shakes his head and runs a thoughtful hand through his hair, ruffling it further. He has no answer, only suspicions. Very unpleasant ones
I have no idea, he replies, gazing off to one side as if hoping to spot some clue there. But the voice it is identical. Even the way she laughs and the tone everything matches. This cannot be mere chance.
And Daniel sounded so sure it was me, she says with a slight tremor. Just think, if I really had not been here. You would have believed I that I was actually in that club with some man.
James turns towards her, his expression softening. He reaches out, puts an arm gently round her shoulders and draws her close. Her body trembles slightly, and he feels how important it is to stay near, to give her a sense of steadiness.
I would still have wondered, he says with certainty. You would never behave like that! I know you. I know what you think of such things. This is all some ridiculous mistake, a prank, I cannot say. But I will get to the bottom of it! If I have to, I will go to the club and ask to see the cameras. We will find out who that girl really was.
Emily presses against him, feeling the tight cold inside her begin to lift and warmth take its place not only physical but deeper too. She draws a long breath, trying to steady herself.
Yes, she agrees, raising her head a little. That was definitely not me. But who was it? And why?
James shrugs, yet the earlier confusion has left his eyes now they show a clear resolve to untangle this odd business. He squeezes her hand more firmly, as if to say they are together and will manage whatever comes.
The next day, towards midday, Emily sits in the kitchen drinking tea and checking work messages on her laptop. A ring breaks the quiet Daniels name appears on the screen. She pauses before answering: after last nights events it is hard to feel ready for a talk with him. Yet curiosity wins she wants to hear what he has to say.
Hello, Daniel begins carefully, as though testing the ground. Did you speak with James after yesterday?
Emily grips the phone. She decides to use the moment and get to the truth find out exactly what Daniel saw and why he was so convinced it was her last night. After a brief pause, as if choosing her words, she replies.
Yes. We argued. He accused me of something I do not understand and would not listen to any explanation. He says I am lying to him.
Silence lasts a second on the line. Emily hears Daniel breathe out heavily, then a note of satisfaction slips into his voice faint yet clear.
I see, he says slowly. Well, you know I have always said James does not value you. He never understood what you are really like.
Emily feels heat rising inside, yet she keeps her tone measured. She needs to hear him out fully and understand where he is heading.
What do you mean? she asks, keeping her voice steady.
Daniel lowers his voice, almost to a whisper, and something unsettling lies in that deliberate closeness.
That you deserve more! Emily, I have wanted to tell you for a long time I love you. Properly. And I am ready to look after you. If you choose to leave James I will be here. Always.
Emily stays silent, trying to take in what she has heard. Thoughts race: how long has Daniel felt this? Why speak now, after this whole silly business? Or did he arrange everything once he learned she was supposedly away
She takes a deep breath, gathers herself and answers calmly but firmly.
Daniel, this is very unexpected. And, to be honest, out of place. I love James, and we will sort out what happened. There is no need for you to get involved.
Sorry if I said too much, he says at last, and the earlier confidence has gone from his tone. I just wanted you to know there is someone you can turn to. James was out of order, blaming you for everything. I heard bits from him It looks as though he simply wants to be rid of you and is searching for an excuse! I only want you to be safe!
Emily clutches the phone so tightly her fingers whiten. She breathes in deeply, fighting to stay composed she cannot afford to lose her temper and shout at this so-called friend right now!
Listen, Daniel, her voice turns cold and even, with no trace of hesitation, first, I was at home yesterday. Second, James and I did not argue. And third, I know full well that you arranged the whole thing. I just could not see why. Now it is obvious.
A pause hangs on the line. She can almost feel Daniel struggling for words, frantically hunting for a way to dodge or change the subject.
What? he finally manages, confusion clear in his voice. But a second later he steadies himself and speaks more strongly. What are you on about?
Exactly that. You found a girl whose voice is like mine. You asked her to put on this show to ring, use my voice, act as though I am in the club with some man. Because you wanted to cause trouble between us. Admit it, is that not true?
Silence falls again. Emily waits without rushing, knowing the moment of truth has arrived either Daniel keeps lying or tells the truth.
At last Daniel lets out a sharp breath. His voice cracks and rises, almost desperate.
Yes, I set it up! Because I love you, Emily! Because I see how James treats you. Because I want you to be happy with me!
Emily closes her eyes for a moment. Bitterness swells in her chest, yet she holds it back and does not let it colour her words.
Happy? she laughs bitterly, though the sound is dry and joyless. What made you think I would be happy with you? Who are you anyway? Just an ordinary man who swaps girlfriends like gloves. Even if you were the only person left in the world I would not give you a second look, do you understand?
Daniel falls quiet briefly, as if sorting his thoughts, then speaks softly, almost whispering, as though he scarcely believes his own words.
I thought I thought if you rowed you would realise he does not deserve you. That you would notice me! I am far better than James! And the other girls I was only trying to forget you! But no one compares to you, you know! I would carry you on my hands, spoil you, adore you Just pick me!
Anger rises in Emily not hot and sudden but cold and solid. She grips the phone yet keeps her voice level and steady.
You? Seriously? Never! You betrayed friendship and trust. And for what? For your fantasies?
She speaks calmly, yet each word lands like a final judgement clear and unwavering. No anger or panic colours her tone, only firm belief that she is right.
Emily, I am sorry Daniels voice shakes. All pressure and self-assurance have vanished only confusion and regret remain.
But Emily has already decided. She will not give him room to explain or defend himself.
No, Daniel. There will be no forgiveness. Nor any friendship. Do not ring me again! Ever! And forget Jamess number as well I will make sure he hears the recording of this fine conversation!
She ends the call and lowers the phone slowly to the table. Her fingers tremble slightly, yet she steadies herself, draws a long breath and looks out of the window. Snow still falls quietly beyond the glass, as though nothing has happened.
Just then James comes into the room. He notices her serious face at once and grows alert.
Well? he asks, pausing in the doorway. Worry shows in his voice, though he tries to sound calm.
Emily turns to him and says with a bitter smile.
It is all clear now, she sighs. He arranged everything. He admitted he loves me and wanted us to fall out. He promised me the earth! Can you imagine? How underhand of him
James sits beside her on the sofa and takes her hand gently. His fingers press her palm firmly so she feels his support. In that simple touch lies everything he wants to convey: I am here, I am with you, and your feelings matter.
So he was never a true friend, James says quietly. Put him out of your mind! We do not need to waste energy dwelling on it. To be honest, I have noticed warning signs for a while, but I had no solid proof. I worried it was just my imagination. But now it all fits together.
Yes, she agrees, shifting closer and resting her shoulder against his. At least now we know the truth. And we know who we can rely on.
Her voice stays even, without strain. No resentment or bitterness lingers only a quiet relief that matters have finally become plain. She closes her eyes briefly, breathing in the familiar comforting scents of home: warm wood, freshly made tea and the faint trace of her favourite perfume.
You know, Emily smiles suddenly, and light sparkles in her eyes, this may even be for the best. Now we have a solid excuse to skip all those parties. You will not be falling out with other friends over him, will you? We can simply say there is someone there I would rather avoid.
She says it lightly, almost playfully, yet the words hold real truth. There is no longer any need for polite excuses or weighing up whether to go or worrying that a refusal might upset someone. Now it is simple: there is them and their cosy world, and there is everything else which no longer counts.
James laughs genuinely, without any remaining tension.
Spot on. We will watch films and drink tea, he agrees, tilting his head to catch her gaze.
And stay right here, she adds with a light smile, tugging the edge of the blanket over herself and settling into it like a safe cocoon.
Ideal, he nods, holding her closer.
And so, among the snowflakes drifting slowly past the window and the soft warm light of the table lamp, their small world feels whole and secure once more. In this room, filled with quiet sounds and familiar smells, there is no space for lies, doubts or anyone elses schemes. Here there are only the two of them who know that the most important things are already theirs: trust, warmth and the certainty that tomorrow will bring the same calm, cosy day as this
Daniel sits at the kitchen table in total silence, staring into an empty cup of long-cold tea. He cannot even recall taking his last sip the words keep replaying in his head like a stuck record: Do not ring me again. Never.
Yet instead of regret or any sense of guilt that might tell him he had done wrong, a dull heavy anger grows in his chest. It presses against his ribs, makes steady breathing difficult and forces his fists tight so his nails bite into his palms.
Why has everything gone wrong?! he shouts, sweeping his hand across the table and scattering crumbs from the biscuit he had been chewing without thinking.
Scenes from the previous evening replay in his mind again and again. There he is entering the club, having already spoken to Olivia the girl he met a couple of weeks earlier in a café. She had caught his eye at once: the same features, similar hair, even her voice sounded almost like Emilys. When he explained his plan she had simply smiled and nodded: Easy. I love games like this.
He remembers standing aside, watching her speak on the phone, pretending to be a drunk, loose Emily. She laughed, drew out her words on purpose and threw sharp remarks exactly as he had instructed. At that moment he had felt a rush of excitement, almost triumph: this was the turning point! If this works, he had thought, Emily will see that James does not value her. That someone truly loves her.
And now now he has only a cold refusal and the bitter knowledge that the plan has failed. Worse, he has lost everything.
This is not my fault! he argues with himself while pacing the kitchen and barely noticing the chair he bumps. It is them they do not see, they do not understand! James does not deserve her, and she believes him without question!
He stops at the table and grips the edge so hard his fingers whiten. Memories flash past: years of watching Emily and James. How he envied their ease, their way of laughing at small things, the warm looks they shared without even noticing. He had believed he could give Emily the same only better, more genuine, stronger. And he had chosen what he saw as the only way forward.
He moves to the window. Snowflakes drift slowly outside, settling on the sill and on the bare branches of the trees. Everything looks so peaceful, so undisturbed
Why do they have everything while I have nothing?! the words burst out. Why did James end up with her! I am worth more! I am better in every way!
He knows he has lost not only Emily he has lost a friend. James, who had always been there, always ready to help, always trusted him. Now that friendship lies in ruins and cannot be mended. Yet instead of remorse he feels only a burning irritation, a mix of hurt and annoyance that sears inside.
The phone rests on the table, silent and unfamiliar. Daniel knows he will not ring Emily. He will not try to explain, defend or beg. That would only be another defeat, further proof he could not get what he wanted. But fresh thoughts are already forming bitter and sharp.
Let them stay in their cosy little world. Let them believe they have won. But I know the truth: James does not value her the way I would. And one day Emily will realise. Perhaps too late
He steps to the window, stares at the falling snow and hisses almost under his breath, as if afraid someone might hear.
You think you have won, Emily? You think everything is settled? But the truth is you cannot see past your cosy blanket and cup of tea. You do not see that someone right here loves you for real. But you chose the illusion. Well, enjoy it
He turns sharply from the window, spots a sheet of paper on the table the one on which he had jotted the plan the day before, listing the phrases Olivia should use and how to shape the talk. Without pausing he snatches it, tears it into tiny pieces, crumples them and drops them into the bin. That sad scrap of paper only reminds him of a complete failure!
Snow keeps falling outside, blanketing the world in white. Daniel closes his eyes and tries to picture Emily beside James right now, laughing, watching a film, sipping tea. How warm and calm it must feel for them. How safe they must feel in their small world with no room for lies or schemes.
And instead of any honest wish for their happiness or any attempt to accept what has happened, only stubbornness grows within him:
This should have been mine. All of it should have been mineAll of it should have been mine. The anger lingers as he stares out at the unchanging snow, a man left behind by the life he tried to steal, forever on the outside looking in. All of it should have been mine. The anger lingers as he stares out at the unchanging snow, a man left behind by the life he tried to steal, forever on the outside looking in.
