Escape to Mountain Shadows door Audrey Flynn
Escape to Mountain Shadows
Beschrijving
The life of a schoolteacher Lucy Shepherd seems to be perfect: she has to marry the ambitious politician Jason Palmer, in such a way joining the wealthy and powerful Palmer clan. However, when she discovers that her fiancée has been cheated on her, she flees away on the other side of the world. She finds work at a small farm school in South Africa where falls in love with the estate’s owner Josh de Lange. And everything seems perfect again. But the long shadow of Lucy’s past threatens not only their love but their lives as well...
Hoofdstuk 1
Nov 28, 2025
I don’t know what was better, fucking you in the elevator or in the room next door to Lucy while she slept. God! We didn’t even try to keep it quiet. @ GingerBiscuit
Lucy Shepherd inhaled sharply and grabbed the desk with both hands to steady herself. The computer screen fell out of focus as a wave of nausea hit her. Her breath coming in gasps, she forced herself to scroll down. Post after post from Romeo182 didn’t merely confirm her worst suspicions, it was far, far worse. “Omigod. How many, Jason?” she asked out loud. This wasn’t just shock or hurt, but a lava-fall of horror.
My little teacher fiancée is out of town. Who wants to hook up? Bring your imagination, nothing vanilla please. I get that at home.
Another gut punch to the stomach. So many posts, each one seeming more traitorous than the last, going back for months. All the time she and Jason had dated, and during the last seven months of their engagement, his extra-curricular activities hadn’t slowed down. In fact, it was clear that Romeo182 had been accelerating his behavior in the last month or two.
Had it not been for that one text briefly displayed on his iPhone two days earlier, she never would’ve suspected, never would’ve installed the spyware on his laptop. Two nights ago, sitting comfortably cross-legged in an armchair in Jason’s apartment, watching TV, and a single word. Later? had appeared for only a few seconds across his phone’s screen. Since it was password-protected, she’d been unable to investigate further, and Jason had returned to the living room only moments later.
A tiny clue, but it had been just enough to rouse a near-dormant sense of self-protection. Five minutes ago, she’d thought herself silly, paranoid. It was just wedding nerves, she’d told herself. Only one week to go before she was to marry Jason Palmer, son of esteemed Senator Edward Palmer. A glittering society wedding and reception were scheduled in seven days’ time. Included in the guest list were scions of Chicago businesses and prominent political figures. No expense had been spared as Jason’s mother Victoria had steered the planning, crafting the ultimate society wedding. Victoria had insisted on carrying the exorbitant costs and so Lucy had gradually yielded to her future mother-in-law’s will, even though she would have preferred a far humbler affair.
For fourteen months, she had lived a fairy tale. She hadn’t questioned the gradual loss of autonomy as she was swept up in a whirlwind courtship and accepted into the wealthy, politically powerful Palmer family. Large salty tears now fell from her blue-green eyes, normally so clear as to look almost aquamarine, they were already red-rimmed. Strands of long hair a few shades lighter than copper stuck to her face, which was covered with sweat and tears. A weight on her chest pressed her down. In danger of fainting, she had to concentrate to breathe. Tiny breaths. She swallowed hard and forced herself to read more. How could Jason, the man she had until five minutes ago been wholeheartedly in love with, and Romeo182 be the same man?
Lucy scrutinized the date of the first comment she had read, May 5. Merely two weeks ago, she had spent the night at Jason’s lakeshore apartment and fallen dead asleep after an evening of lesson planning and grading. She’d been surprised the next morning that he had slept through his alarm.
“Couldn’t fall asleep,” he’d reassured her. “Watched TV and then I decided to sleep in the spare room so my reading wouldn’t keep you awake.”
The nausea hit her again as she realized that no doubt he was describing having sex with GingerBiscuit in the bedroom next door while she had slept. Images of all the time she’d spent with Jason: hiking, partying, sailing. She replayed every memory, realizing it had all been one cruel, stinking lie.
I did sometimes wonder what a handsome, wealthy young lawyer with political ambitions would want with a special education teacher.
It dawned on her that she had been successfully wooed not only by Jason but his family. Perhaps a young, hardworking teacher from a working-class background would play well with potential voters sick of elitist political dynasties.
Jason and Lucy had already planned their move to Washington DC. Soon after the honeymoon, they were to take up residence in the nation’s capital and Jason would begin work as a spokesman for an up-and-coming congressman. From there, he would craft his own political career. He had the money, charm, and thanks to his family, political connections to excel in the dog-eat-dog world of politics.
The sordid trail of Jason’s secret life now lay in front of her.
How did I not know?
Fiery by nature, and having lost her mother at the age of ten, Lucy had always prided herself on her intuition and street smarts. With a crushing sense of failure, she now understood that she had been totally outplayed. Smart she might be, but with the Palmers, she’d been out of her league.
She stared at the screen detailing one betrayal after another. With her body still shaking with sobs, she schooled herself to calm down. What did she always say to her pupils when they were overwhelmed? Fold your hands, take five breaths, and count to ten.
Lucy did all three and gradually, her breathing eased. Her body that had wracked with shuddering sobs began to lighten.
In place of the staggering hurt and shock, she could feel the stirrings of a plan. Jason had not only lied to her throughout the entire course of their relationship, but it was also clear from his gratuitous comments that he had enjoyed humiliating her. He’d luxuriated in the thrill of abusing her trust, playing her for a fool. If she hadn’t listened to her intuition, she would have been walking down the aisle on Saturday to God knows what fate.
The revelations still open in front of her had blown her world and dreams for the future to smithereens.
Lucy rested her delicate chin on folded hands. Her skin, normally clear ivory, was blotchy with the effects of her tears. Jason was out of town on his bachelor’s weekend. His friend Tony had rented a place out on Lake Michigan. He’s probably in bed with a floozy who jumped out of a cake right this minute, she thought bitterly.
The spyware she’d installed was straightforward to use, but it required huge concentration as Jason had been clever and the chatroom he had frequented, Godiva’s Cave, required multiple passwords. He had sent lurid selfies to various women, carefully leaving his face out of the shot.
It took another half an hour, but with patience, Lucy was able to enter an encrypted side conversation.
Her heart lurched as she stared in disbelief. Jason had taken a picture of himself and GingerBiscuit in the middle of the act, captioned While Lucy Slept.
And let’s do this again in a few days.
The spyware kept a record of keystrokes, and so for the next hour, driven by a dogged sense of resolve, she was able to find the passwords for his social media accounts. Focusing more intently than she ever had in her life, she pushed the pain aside and deftly began copying and pasting his disgusting selfies and his most vulgar comments to his Facebook page, his Twitter account, and perhaps most devastating for an up-and-coming politician, his LinkedIn profile. She copied and pasted an engagement picture taken on a beach in Mexico of herself and Jason next to the sex selfie with GingerBiscuit. It would make for an interesting contrast. Cleverly, she embedded links so that even if he discovered and erased the posts, they would pop up elsewhere.
Jason. He had blown her world apart and now she would do the same. Brought up in a tough neighborhood of Southwest Chicago, she had known from a tender age that she could, and always would, look after herself. Summoning the same courage that had an eleven-year-old her smacking the school bully straight in the chops, she stared at Jason’s Facebook page and pressed post.
Knowing Jason was miles away and probably in someone else’s arms, Lucy poured herself two fingers of Scotch and washed it down with a sleeping pill. Her overwrought mind and body craved oblivion, and soon, she fell into a dead and dreamless sleep.
While she slept and Jason likely partied in a Lakeside mansion, the posts gained traction, especially on his Twitter account. By the time the sun rose over Lake Michigan, the post had a total of 78,284 shares.
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