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
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
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.&
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
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
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