Emily wanted to keep talking with Georgia, but she had to be home before six—she didn’t want to risk Aaron noticing she was out and stirring up trouble. Georgia made plans with Emily to invite over next time to see her baby.
On the way back, Emily pretended to stop by a clothing boutique, but she actually ducked into a different shop to buy a new phone and SIM card.
That night, Aaron didn’t come home.
It felt like her heart had sunk to the bottom of a lake. Was he not even pretending anymore? No matter how badly they’d argued before, no matter how late it got, Aaron always came home. Maybe not to the master bedroom—but at least the study.
But now? No
Cecelia, after a moment, told herself she hadn't said anything wrong. Why should she feel guilty? It was just that Aaron’s gaze was so cold and sharp, it rattled her.She raised her chin and walked over to where Aaron was standing—right next to her husband, Frank. Frank stiffened and, sensing the shift in mood, quickly took her by the arm and led her out of the club.A sharp gust of wind blew in from outside. Emily pulled her arms tighter around herself—she’d forgotten to grab a jacket. A pair of polished leather shoes appeared in her view.Aaron frowned. “WHAT are you doing here?”Emily looked up at him. “I have something to tell you. Bu
Since that conversation, the atmosphere between them had turned oddly tense. Emily didn’t bring up the baby again. Instead, she made a point of waking early—just in time to catch Aaron before he left for work.Emily walked over as he stood in front of the mirror fixing his tie. “A friend of mine introduced me to a job. It’s back in fashion design.”Aaron noticed she was speaking to him first so his tone wasn’t cold like before. “Where’s the job? If you wanna go back to designing, you could just work at my company. I’ll have HR find you a position.”If this had been the old Aaron, he probably would've shut it down immediately—told her sketching was fine as a hobby, no need to go work. But after their recent argument, he didn’t want to add more te
After Theo explained, Emily finally understood the full story. She remembered seeing Miles Maren listed as the CEO of MAREN just last week.Turns out, Miles was Theo’s uncle. Due to health issues, he had handed over the reins early—giving Theo full control of the company.That’s why Theo had told her, “I wasn’t lying. One part of my job has always been managing freelance designers. I just happened to see your submission and decided to handle it myself. Hope I didn’t scare you.”Emily smiled. “Of course not. Just didn’t expect the CEO to meet with someone like me. I’m flattered, that’s all.”
Everyone returned to their desks and dove straight into work—having that many sketches due by 5:30 sharp, no one dared to slack off.The girl sitting next to Emily, Bella, hesitated for a second, then quietly rolled her chair over while Lilian was away.In a hushed voice, she said, “Lilian’s always like that—kind of petty. Probably just pissed because you’re pretty, dress well, and our manager Lucas told her that you’d be joining our team instead of the person she recommended.”The “Lucas” Bella referred to was the design manager who took over Theo’s original position after Theo became CEO.“Thanks for the heads-up. I’m fine,” Emily said, thankful at least the other coworkers seemed norma
"Yeah… they're fine," Emily said as she followed the server to a table clearly reserved in advance. Theo stepped ahead to pull out her chair."Thanks," she said, settling in. Picking up the previous thread, she added, "I think the team’s got great energy. Kinda reminds me of when I just graduated."Theo's gaze darkened slightly. "As long as you’re feeling okay there. But if anything ever feels off, you can come to me.""Aren’t you supposed to be super busy?" Emily smiled, flipping open the menu. "Still, you’ve always been good at making people feel seen. That hasn’t changed."She didn’t look up, so she missed the
Aaron’s strides were long and fast—so fast that even though Emily wore flat shoes, she nearly stumbled twice. They rounded a corner outside the restaurant, and she yanked her arm again. Still no luck. His grip only tightened.“Ow…” she gasped.Aaron came to a sudden stop. Emily hadn’t expected it, crashing straight into his back. Pain shot through her forehead, flaring with heat, and her frustration surged.When he turned to face her, his expression was still cold as ever. That was the last straw—her long-suppressed anger snapped.“WHAT the hell is wrong with you?!”He glanced down at her. “Just two more steps. We’ll talk in the car.”
After last night, Aaron seemed to have turned back into the loving husband she remembered. He even waited for her to wake up in the morning so they could have breakfast together.When Emily came down in her pajamas, Aaron was already seated at the dining table with his tablet. The moment he saw her, he put everything down, walked over, took her hand, and sweetly pulled out a chair for her."You look like you slept well," he said, kissing her on the cheek.Emily nodded lightly, murmuring, "Not bad." Her mind was still a little foggy—she only remembered how, right after telling him to go shower last night, she quickly picked up the papers off the floor.Now, it felt like everything
Emily gripped the test results so tightly her fingers trembled.She had paid extra for the express lab work — 24 hours later, she now had the truth in her hands.Aaron had been secretly slipping her birth control.That’s why he was always so sure she wouldn’t get pregnant. All those times she’d hoped for a new life to start inside her, only to be met with disappointment after disappointment… and his comforting words, his fake concern?She wanted to throw up just thinking about it.All an act.
Frank finally relaxed after hanging up the phone. He’d had quite a bit to drink himself and was feeling dizzy, but instead of crashing the moment he got home, he’d insisted on staying up until Aaron’s driver confirmed everything was fine.Cecelia handed him a glass of ice water. “I honestly don’t get you tonight. You knew Ami and Aaron still have feelings for each other, so why stop her from taking him home?”Frank took a sip, the cold water doing little to clear his head. “Think about it—they’re both still married.”“So what? They’ll both be single soon enough.”His grip tightened around the glass, eyes darkening. “How do you know?”&ld
It was already late, and Emily had long since changed into her pajamas, ready for bed. She had just transferred to a new team at work, with plenty of adjustments to make. And beyond the changes at the office, she’d been dealing with Aaron—and his family.The way they found out about the divorce still made her feel guilty.But no matter how much her mood was affected, she couldn’t let it mess with her routine.So when her phone rang at that hour, and she saw it was one of Aaron’s friends, she didn’t really want to answer. Out of politeness, though, she picked up—pretending at first not to know who was calling.In the dimly lit booth at the bar, not a single sound was made.Aaron sat off to t
Teddy’s words echoed in Aaron’s ears—If you don’t truly love Emily, you’ll never be happy together.But did he not truly love her? Then why was he so furious, even devastated, when she asked for a divorce? Why did it hit him so hard, why did it drive him mad seeing how eager she was to cut him off completely?Frank and Teddy exchanged glances, both unsure of what to say. If Aaron didn’t even know where his heart stood, who were they to weigh in?Aaron couldn’t make sense of it. His mind was a fog, a mess he didn’t want to untangle. He hated feeling even remotely sober right now. His lips pressed into a tight, hard line as he reached again for the bottle in front of him.&ldquo
In a private room of a city bar, Aaron had been drinking nonstop from the moment he stepped in, downing glass after glass like it was water. Tonight was clearly no casual get-together. He’d only called two people—Frank and Teddy.Teddy, who had never seen Aaron like this before, gave Frank a look. “You gonna say something?”Frank was just as unsettled. Aaron sat there with a stone-cold face, pouring alcohol into himself like he was trying to drown something ugly. The last time Frank had seen him drink like this was five or six years ago—when Amelia’s engagement had hit him like a freight train. He’d locked himself in a bar for three straight days.Tonight was starting to feel the same. Was
Sadie, of course, knew who Amelia was. The moment that long-forgotten name resurfaced, she blurted out, shocked, “You’re saying Amelia came between you two?”The words had barely left her mouth before she realized how poorly they landed. She’d only just returned to the country after receiving news of Aaron's divorce.The moment she got off the plane, she’d gone straight to see her father—who had reportedly fainted upon hearing about the split. The doctor said it was nothing life-threatening, just a spike in blood pressure from the emotional shock.Once she confirmed the old man was stable, she rushed to find Emily. A divorce was serious. The longer this dragged on, the worse things would get between them. She knew comin
Emily clutched her chest, startled. “Jesus, you scared the hell out of me.”Still shaken, she hadn’t even had time to ask what Aaron was doing there. A cigarette butt smoldered at his feet—still giving off a thin wisp of smoke. Emily instinctively covered her nose, already wanting nothing more than to get inside and shut the door.Aaron stamped out the cigarette with his shoe and stepped in front of her door. He looked tired, drawn. “Em, I’m not here to cause trouble.”“I don’t care why you’re here,” Emily said coldly, automatically taking a step back.“Please, just hear me out.” Aaron’s voice was softer than usual. “Grandpa fainted just now… after hearing about our divorce.&
Theo had his assistant notify HR to send Lilian a formal warning—an official period on the day’s mess. Some coworkers packed up and headed home, while others, hungry for gossip, pulled together an impromptu dinner gathering."Wait for me in the parking lot," Theo leaned in and murmured to Emily before walking off with his assistant. Once they were out of sight, Emily made her way toward the exit.Bella darted back to grab her bag and quickly caught up to Emily, thumping her chest in mock panic. “You good? I was seriously about to die from secondhand anxiety. I was so tense I didn’t even get a good look at the boss’s face—and he’s seriously hot.”It was the first time she’d ever seen him that close—sharp jawlin
Theo’s assistant, John, came rushing over with a stack of wrinkled papers—maybe twenty or so—and handed them to Theo. “Sir, these were found in Lilian’s bin. They’re all Emily’s drafts.”Nobody expected a new development this late in the day. It was almost 6 p.m., time to go home, yet not a single person moved. Feet stayed glued to the floor. Everyone exchanged glances, unspoken but unanimous—they needed to see how this played out.Emily hadn’t expected Theo to actually have someone retrieve the tossed designs. But as she recognized the pages—clearly hers, complete with her signature—she realized something:Theo had probably been aware for a while that something wasn’t right with how she was being treated. It was only after hearing L
Completing two full, polished fashion drafts in just five hours and forty-five minutes?There’s no need to spell out what kind of level that is—it speaks for itself. Which meant everything Lilian had said earlier—her critiques, her questions about Emily’s competency—was officially irrelevant.To Emily, it was kind of funny how Lilian had written her off just because she hadn’t held a formal job in the past three years. As if that meant her skills were gone, her hands were useless, or she’d lost her edge just because she wasn’t out earning a paycheck.People tend to forget—she used to be a designer once too, grinding through long hours and brutal deadlines. In fact, her ol