Novels by Victor

**Emma’s POV** Now I understand that there’s no greater joy than marrying the person you love and knowing they love you back just as deeply. A smile tugged at my lips as both Amory and I signed our names, finalizing our marriage registration. “Now, we just have to…” he said, glancing at me with a playful grin as we both reached for the stamp. “One, two, three,” we counted together, pressing the stamp onto the marriage license. With the finality of that gesture, we submitted our paperwork, and Amory pulled me into a hug, wrapping his arm around my shoulders as we walked through the lobby. “Congratulations!” voices echoed around us, and I turned to see Catherine, Mia, and some of Amory’s colleagues gathered there, cheering in surprise and joy. “Congratulations, brother! Congratulations, Emma!” Catherine’s voice was bright and happy. Her husband chimed in, grinning, “Just like old times, huh?” I couldn’t help but beam back, the warmth of their celebration washing over me

**Emma’s POV** The sun was barely up, and the morning air held a slight chill, but there was a warmth blooming in my heart that no weather could touch. I reached across the breakfast table, picking up a slice of toast, and took a contented bite. “I think my morning sickness is finally gone,” I said with a sense of relief, smiling as I chewed. My mother’s expression softened as she watched me, her own breakfast momentarily forgotten. “Thank goodness,” she sighed, her hand resting briefly on mine. “I was starting to worry about you, you know, since you’d barely been eating.” She reached over to fill my glass with water, the sunlight catching the faint lines on her hands, a reminder of all the years of love and work she had put into raising me. “Do you have a busy day ahead?” she asked, glancing up at me with a hint of curiosity in her eyes. I nodded, swallowing a sip of water. “There’s a meeting with Dad and Grandpa about the foundation, and then I’m meeting Amory in the evening

Emma POV After leaving Amory's father and grandmother, we finally made it back home. The quiet felt almost surreal after everything we'd been through. I helped Amory settle down on the couch, his steps still unsteady, his recovery a slow process. I could see the weariness in his eyes, but I also saw something else—a lightness that had been missing for so long. We hadn’t been sitting long when a sudden chime from outside caught our attention. I quickly stood, realizing what it was. I hurried to the door, finding a delivery man waiting, a small package in his hands. As I took the package and shut the door, Amory looked over, puzzled. “What is this?” he asked as I placed the package on the table. I couldn’t help but smile. “It’s from my mom. She sent some of her special homemade dishes for you. She thought you’d need the extra strength.” “Your mom actually did that?” he asked, looking genuinely touched. I nodded, feeling warmth at the memory of her kindness. “She took such g

Amory POV It had been almost two and a half months since I’d been confined to a hospital bed, and now, finally, I was going home. My body still felt weak; each step was slow and careful, but I was free. Emma, my mom, and I decided to stop by and visit Grandma and Father before heading home. I knew they’d been waiting anxiously for this moment. As soon as we stepped inside, my mother’s voice rang out, “Mother! Honey!” The joy in her voice was unmistakable. Grandma’s eyes widened as she saw me, her expression shifting from shock to sheer happiness in an instant. She rushed forward, enveloping me in a tight embrace, her joy overflowing. “Amory! You’re home!” she exclaimed, beaming. “You did good. You did good,” she murmured, releasing me and turning to give Emma a hug as well. “You, too,” she added, smiling warmly at her. My gaze shifted to my father, who moved closer, his own smile breaking through the usually stoic expression. “You did good,” he said simply, before pulling me i

**Emma’s POV** Two long, agonizing months had passed since Amory been injured by Fielding leaving him lying motionless in that sterile hospital bed, a shadow of the vibrant man I loved. Every day, I had sat by his side, watching the faint rise and fall of his chest, searching his face for any sign of movement, any flicker of life. Even after his second surgery, he lay unresponsive, leaving me to grapple with an ache that felt impossible to mend. I sat quietly, watching him. He looked so peaceful, as if he were only asleep. I reached for his hand, feeling the gentle warmth of his skin beneath my fingertips, and clutched it close. "Amory," I whispered, my voice barely audible in the stillness, "I finally understand why I was given a second chance at life… why I came back." The quiet beeping of the machines filled the silence, steady and constant, a reminder of just how fragile he was. I took a shaky breath, pressing his hand against my cheek, my tears flowing freely as I whispered, “

Emma POV After Madam Elizabeth left, the room fell quiet, filled only with the hum of machines. I was still processing all that had happened when, to my surprise, Mr. Foden entered. It had been days since I’d last seen him—days since I learned the shocking truth that artist Edward Jones was his father.“You don’t look well, Ms. Emma,” he said, settling into a chair nearby. His gaze was steady, filled with a mixture of concern and curiosity.I sighed, sidestepping his observation. “How’s your father doing?” I asked, shifting the conversation away from myself.“He’s at the nursing home,” he replied, his voice carrying a hint of sadness. He studied me closely, then continued, “What I said at the police station was quite shocking, wasn’t it?”I took a deep breath, the weight of it all pressing down on me. “I thought you might be connected to Edward Jones in some way. I didn’t know you were father and son.”He gave a small, regretful shake of his head. “I was sent to an orphanage so young

My breath caught in my throat as I watched him walk to his car and drive off. I followed, keeping a safe distance, my hands gripping the steering wheel tightly. He drove through town, eventually parking in front of a large mall. I parked a few spaces away, my heart sinking as I watched him get out and walk towards the entrance. I stayed in my car, my mind racing with questions and dread. As I sat in my car, my mind racing with possibilities, I suddenly heard frantic knocking on my windshield. Startled, I turned to see one of my patients, a young woman named Bella, her face streaked with tears. She was desperately begging me to help her. “Help. Please. Please help me!” She cried, her voice muffled through the glass. “I'm sorry. She's dunk,” someone said, dragging her away from the windshield. I quickly unlock the car door, my own trouble momentarily forgotten. But before I could get out of the car, I saw Noah coming out with a flower and a package carton of something in his

An uneasy feeling washed over me. I hesitated for a moment, then walked over and picked it up. The screen lit up, revealing no lock screen, no passwords. My heart raced when I heard the sound of the door behind my back. I quickly dropped it, causing a small sound. He walked straight to me, trying to take off his shirt. “Thank you for the dinner,” he said, his voice breaking the heavy silence. “You're welcome,” I replied, forcing a smile on my face, but as soon as I left his side, the smile faded away. “I will go and wash first,” he said as he turned his face towards the bathroom. “Okay,” I replied watching as he entered the bathroom. I glanced towards the door, ensuring I was alone. My hands shook slightly as I swiped to unlock the phone. The home screen appeared, and I took a deep breath, steeling myself for what I might find. I navigated to his call logs first, scrolling through the familiar name. Then, to his messages, I found nothing suspicious. It took me almost 15

As we drove home, my mind was a whirlwind of thoughts. The timeline didn't add up. The evidence was mounting, and I couldn't ignore it any longer. My hand gripped the steering wheel tightly, my knuckles white with tension. “Mom, are you okay?” My son asked, his voice full of concern. I glanced at him in the rearview mirror and forced a reassuring smile. “I'm fine, sweetheart. Just has a lot on my mind.” The rest of the drive was silent, my thought, too loud to leave room for conversation. The moment we arrived home, I went straight to prepare dinner after changing my outfit. I stood at the kitchen counter, chopping onions for dinner. My eyes stung from the sharp, pungent aroma, but my mind was elsewhere. I couldn't stop glancing at the wall clock that's inside the kitchen. It was already 7:28 pm, and my husband still wasn't at home. My stomach churned with a mix of anger, sadness, and betrayal. I felt a tear slip down my cheeks, and I quickly wiped it away, not wanting my so

I left my office in a daze, the weight of the day's suspicions pressing heavily on my mind. I drove to my son's school, my thoughts tangled in a web of anxiety and uncertainty. The late afternoon sun cast a long shadow across the parking lot as I parked and made my way to the front entrance. Standing there, I tried to shake off the thoughts of my husband and the nagging doubt that had followed me all day. I needed to be present for my son, to focus on him, and leave my worries behind, at least for a little while. Other parents were milling about, chatting with their children, and checking their phones. I managed a few polite nods to the children saying hi to me, but my mind was elsewhere, replaying the events of the morning. The lipstick on his jacket and the hairline on the scarf discovery chipped away at the trust I once had in my marriage. I scanned the crowd until I spotted my son, his backpack bouncing as he ran towards me. His face lit up with a smile that momentarily p

As I walked into the hospital corridor, I was greeted by most of my coworkers. The sound of my heels echoed behind me. Spotting Amara as she stepped out of her office, I called out to her. "Hey, Amara," I said as she approached me. "Why is there a police car outside the hospital?" My voice was low, filled with anxiety. She leaned closer as we walked, bringing her mouth near my ear. "There was an accident," she whispered. "An accident?" I gasped, stopping in my tracks turning toward her. "Dr. Michael strangled someone at a bar," she whispered even more quietly, as if she was afraid others might overhear. My mind raced, and I let out a hard breath as we continued walking toward my office. "We need to do something about Dr. Joel too. I’m worried he might get involved in something even worse." Amara gave me a knowing look. "You look very vibrant today. I guess your husband is back," she asked with a teasing smile. "How did you know?" I smiled, warmth spreading through me at

Emma POV Everything was perfect. Everything around me was perfect. The morning started like any other, with the soft hum of the dishwasher in the background and the faint scent of coffee lingering in the air. Our home was a sanctuary, a place where laughter and love intertwined seamlessly with our marriage being perfect, a fairy tale that had come to life. It was a laundry day and I had to wash before going to work. I was sorting clothes into piles when my phone vibrated—it was my friend Mia. "Emma, how’s the prep going for your husband's birthday party?" she asked just as I reached for Noah's jacket, the last item in the pile. Balancing the phone against my cheek with my shoulder, I reached into Noah's jacket pockets—a habit I had formed over the years to make sure nothing important got washed. "Noah decided against a banner, so we’ll skip that. But we’re having flowers and some drinks," I replied, my fingers brushing against something cold and smooth in the pocket—a fo