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
Emily couldn't talk her grandmother out of it. Ruth said life in the city was just too dull, and after half a year spent in a hospital bed, she felt like time was dragging on — long and meaningless. Now that she could finally be discharged, she just wanted to return to the things she enjoyed and see more of her friends.Emily also knew, deep down, that part of Ruth’s decision came from not wanting to burden her. After much discussion, she finally agreed and picked a weekend to go with her back to the small town Ruth used to live in. Together, they cleaned up the old house — weathered, but sturdy.The town was only three hours away by train, which was the furthest Emily would allow. Before heading back, she invited Ruth’s longtime friend over for a meal."Don’t worry, Emily, I’ll t
Emily didn’t flinch. Her gaze stayed steady as she replied, “You DON’T have the authority to fire me. Only someone at the managerial level or above can do that.”Her calm words made Lilian’s expression twist—brows scrunched, lips tight.“YOU didn’t submit the required format. You failed to meet the basic expectations of this role. Why can’t I fire you?” Lilian’s voice sharpened. “I’ll report this to upper management. Not even Lucas will be able to save your ass.”That was the second time Lilian had emphasized that even 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
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
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