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.
The scene was a mess. Aaron and Emily locked eyes, both equally stunned.But out of the three, Amelia was the first to speak. She tugged at Aaron’s sleeve gently and said, “Don’t blame Emily. It was my fault… I lost my balance and fell into the wall.”Aaron’s brows furrowed. “You just happened to hit your injury again from losing balance?”He turned to Emily, searching for an explanation. But she said nothing in her own defense — just cast a cool glance at Amelia, who now looked heartbreakingly delicate… with a hint of smugness underneath it all. Emily knew exactly what this was: Mission accomplished
Shreds of paper scattered across the floor — over a dozen pages torn to pieces by Aaron’s brute strength, completely destroyed, beyond repair.Emily’s eyes followed the falling scraps slowly, silently. Just like their relationship, it couldn’t be put back together. Even if it could, the cracks were too deep — it would never be what it once was.Aaron saw her expression still hadn’t changed. His blood pressure shot up. “Three years… you’re really willing to walk away that easily?”Three years of love. How could it fall apart so suddenly in just a month?Emily took a deep, steadying breath. Yeah — three years. If it were
Francie threw up his hands. “I’m just stating facts here. People need to eat. You haven’t worked in three years—WHAT can you even do?”“I have a job. You don’t need to worry about it,” Emily said coldly.“Yeah? And how much are you really gonna make? Enough for you and Grandma? You’ve gotten used to a pretty comfortable life—think you’ll manage now?”Emily’s head was starting to throb. Her voice snapped sharper. “That’s enough. Go home!”Francie stayed rooted in place. “I’m just trying to
She said Aaron didn’t want the baby…Francie sat slumped in the waiting area, hands covering his face, Emily’s desperate tone still echoing in his ears. In the end, he hadn’t been able to bring himself to make that call to Aaron.Why wouldn’t Aaron want the baby?That thought kept circling his mind. He wanted answers—but he also didn’t want to cause Emily more grief. That baby… was his niece or nephew now. Family.“You're sister’s okay, right?” Ruth rushed in, nearly breathless.Francie looked up, frowning. “You shouldn’t be running like that, your heart…” he started, then softened. “She’s fine. Everything’s fine.&rd
Amelia walked in with the food she’d spent two hours cooking, feeling pretty damn pleased with herself. She didn’t even need a key card to get into Aaron’s office—reception always buzzed her in without question. But just as she was about to step into the elevator, she caught something that stopped her cold."Yeah, I heard she’s the boss’s ex," the receptionist whispered to someone.Amelia froze, tried to brush it off, but then she heard it. Clear as day."Please, just ex? More like the side piece," the receptionist kept going. "Waltzing in here like she owns the place."Amelia’s face went white. Her hands shook. Without thinking, she stormed back out of the elevator, slammed her palm down on the reception desk, the sound echoing
Sadie fired off a few more questions before finally letting David go. The more she heard, the darker her expression became. Not long after David returned to his desk, Aaron arrived.He pushed open the door to find his mother sitting there, her face set in stone. He gave his assistant a slight nod to wait outside, closed the door, and silence settled heavily over the room. Aaron, unfazed, took off his jacket and sank into his office chair like it was just another day.Sadie was the first to break the silence, “What the hell are you thinking?”Aaron’s eyes darkened slightly, “Thinking about what? You’ll need to be more specific.”“DON’T play dumb with me. You’re really considering bringing Amelia on as a designer for th
"The location for the bar, have you decided?" Aaron asked."Yeah, I’ve got a spot in mind," Francie replied. He and Jett had checked out a few places, and one stood out—a storefront right on Bar Street, with great foot traffic, perfect for a new bar. Of course, the rent wasn’t cheap."But..." Francie hesitated."Don’t worry about it. Wherever you’ve chosen, I’ll invest," Aaron said, his voice hoarse from all the drinking the night before.Francie was a little surprised. Aaron was still willing to invest in him? But honestly, rent wasn’t his biggest concern right now. His head was a mess. What he really worried about was his sister—if she found out he was still taking money from Aaron, she’d explode.
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.&