" She is more than a family to me. I can't ignore her when she needs me!" He declares the same lines over and over. " And I only have you. What about me?" She asks, voice splitting between. " If you don't think that you can't take it normal matter easily, we should divorce!" ______ Emma Downey thought she had a perfect marriage life. Her husband, A brilliant, attractive and extraordinary Billionaire business showered with everything, Money, Jewelry and wealth. However, Emma knows his priority. His childhood best friend. A female childhood best friend who has been making her life hell. She wanted to stay as calm and positive as possible, until she realized that every single important event in her life, that best friend becomes the center of attention. Everything turns upside down and all loose breaks when she messed up with their third anniversary. After that day, her husband started changing, slowly and gradually, being rude, staying outside and no longer showering with love. One day he talked about the divorce what was never been in the diary to mention. However, instead of crying, she is determined to divorce. She will leave him with his best friend since she is the obstacle to their pure relationship.
View More" I wish I had parents like yours. Isn't it fun to be around sweet parents?" Emma, 13, clutches the tie of her school uniform and looks at Keya who is waiting for her father to pick them. " Don't worry! Aunt will be alright." Keya assures while holding a chocolate box, " Happy friendship day! I hope we will grow older together. Let's go to the same nursing home for elders together, OK?" Keya grins, Emma nods with a bright smile. But her attention slowly goes to her mother who is standing on the opposite side of the road. " Mom!" Emma waves her hand and smiles. " Gotta go, Keya. See you tomorrow, then!" She waves her hand and runs towards the road to cross. She notices the light is still on. Without thinking such, she grabs her backpack and runs towards her mother until - " Emma! WATCH OUT!" Her mother's screaming from the opposite side doesn't reach her. She clutches her eyes shut when she hears a sharp sound of horn. Covering her ears, she gets on her knees. Howe
It was more than an hour, she hasn't come out of the study room. Vincent takes a guess that she is resting. After soaking the towel in the lukewarm water, he approaches the door. With a hint of hesitation, his hand reaches the door knob. He doesn't know how to approach the whole situation. She is calm and indifferent. But it scares him more. What if he loses her? The thought of losing her messes with his mind. He wants to be the best husband in the world. He wants to be there when she needs her and everything. His strong grip twists the knob to open. However, to his surprise, the door doesn't open. He grabs his keys to open the door. She needs to take her medication. And he doesn't want her to skip taking medicines. Without thinking twice about breaking any sort of privacy, he just walks in after opening the door. " Emma!" He whispers and looks at her study room. His eyebrows knit slightly, finding no-one in the room. " Emma?" He mutters again. She is inside since s
" It was a great night!" She said as she sits on the bench in the park. Vincent looks at her, his eyes moistening with the scene of her being so beautiful in the moonlight. He is scared. What if she regains her memories and leaves him. What will he respond to her question? The fear and the agony of losing his own child because of himself has broken himself in the worst way. It would be less painful to get stabbed by his enemies. Taking a deep sigh, he walks towards her and holds a coffee can in front of her. " Thanks!" She said. However, a pang of heartache leads him to clench his own cup when she moves a bit away from him when he sits next to her. Like she did when they were having dinner. The distance between them, the way she talked to him was like talking to a stranger, his heart shattered into pieces each time. " Emma!" He calls her name in a soft tone as he presses his own palm. " Hmm?" she sips the coffee and looks at him. " Did that place feel famili
Sometimes life plays jokes but you got to do nothing but laugh. Even if it's not laughable. Vincent looks at the woman who he almost lost. His eyes are full of sadness although he feels relieved that she is alive and well. " You don't remember me?" He asked. He feels pain in his chest as if thousands of stones are gathering in his chest. " I don't! Also I don't care! Can you please just arrange everything and let me go? What if someone else proposes to him?" She looks restless and impatient. Her eyes from time to time shift on the door. " Emma! I am your husband! Do you know what that means?" He asked, swallowing his pain. " I was married to you. Now I don't remember you. This is a very good reason, right? Let me go already. Okay? Please. Pretty please!" She shows her puppy eyes while jumping in small movements. " It's not happening." He sighs deeply and holds her hand. " Once you said that you shouldn't do something out of impulsive emotions. You may regret it later.
Obviously, amnesia is something that rarely happens to the patient with a small head injury. However, judging by her mental situation, the biggest strike of her life may lead her to something unexpected. Joyce can't help but feel so doubtful about her regaining consciousness without any problems. It's been three days. The 72 hours observation has finally ended and they're expecting her to wake up sooner or they will announce her being in coma. However those 72 hours have been a hell for Vincent who has seemingly lost his cool. Without eating a single grain, he has been sitting on the sofa in her room. Joyce sometimes encourages him to get back himself. But he has just lost the spirit to do anything. In the evening, Joyce checks her pulse and dresses the wound. The wounds are recovering faster as expected. While she is checking the pulse, her attention shifts on Emma's eyes. A subtle gasp with an " Ah!" escapes when she notices Emma has been staring at her. She regai
" She was pregnant for four months! It was a cryptic pregnancy!" Sending Emma to the ICU, the doctor looks at Vincent who is standing like a statue. His worn out expression watches her from outside. " What is cryptic pregnancy?" He asked as guilt is killing him inside.. " It's a pregnancy that shows no early symptoms of pregnancy. Sometimes some women get to know when they are in labor. That's why she didn't have any baby bump from the beginning!" Vincent inhales sharply as he clenches his fist. This is not what he wanted. " The woman who was with her. We contacted her parents. They confirmed that they were Emma's Godparents. After her mother's death, Emma was neglected severely and was mental deprived. They moved her in when she was only fifteen. She grew up with them." She said, looking at Emma with a pitiful gaze. Vincent has severe trust issues. When he knew that her present had been making him taking wrong decision in his secret life, he started using Sia. Although
" We are heading to airport and then I will hear your explanation!" Taking a U-turn to drive to the airport, Keya coldly speaks. Emma just nods, hanging her head down. If in this world, she can rely on anyone, it's Keya. But she never told that Vincent has by hurting her. Not even about the ongoing divorce issues. She didn't want to burden her or her family once again. But right now, Keya's mood isn't good either. They have their own code for safety. If anyone can't call each other or message each other once a day or two, they must visit their house or sending someone who can help with the information. Sending the cleaning lady was Keya's idea since she hasn't met Vincent ever. She trusted Emma's choice but kept her distance from any of her male friends. But right now, she is regretting not meeting Vincent and understand what kind of guy he is. " We will get something to eat from subway once we are there. Where is your phone?" She asks, Emma pinches her own hand an
She had given her everything to gain the freedom. A life to live. Now she is once again under someone's control, someone's clutch. Once again, that familiar suffocating feelings. She can't avoid it. She gazes far away into the cloudy sky. Her eyes are lost in those birds' wings, that flap constantly and freely. Her breath gets stronger and heavier. An usual strong pain in her stomach. Few weeks ago, she found out she was severely depressed. Because of this, she got an ulcer. But the doctor never mentioned anything related to her pregnancy. She still can't find the answer. She never had any one night stand. She didn't even go to anywhere except for Keya's. Keya doesn't have any male friends and she doesn't drink alcohol. So she doesn't throw any kind of party where her friends might bring men. Here, in this house, she lived alone last three months. No male colleagues even got closer to her. So she doesn't know what happened. But whatever it is and whatever has happened, her
Emma's eyes open when she feels a cold hand on her forehead. Although the stomachache has subsided, the nauseousness is killing her. She wants to throw up but her body somehow isn't giving her support. " You are having fever. Did I go hard on you last night?" Vincent pecks her forehead and places the ice bag on. His voice is calm and usual. But the moment her vision gets clear, his face appears before her eyes, last night becomes clear. It was hell. She never thought she would experience something awful no matter what. Vincent's appearance to his tone, it was all new. As if some gangster was attacking her. She grabs the blanket and tries to tuck under it. But Vincent grabs it without letting her do so. " It's time for breakfast. I prepared breakfast. So don't go to sleep again!" The tone is soft and warm. Like before. But she remains silent. She doesn't want to see that side of him. It terrifies her. She slowly tries to sit up but - " Ow!" She hisses in pain. H
" Don't go!" She begs, grabbing his hand tightly... " At least not tonight! Give me this night... Only me!" She pleas, pulling him towards the dining room where she prepared a romantic dinner since it's their third marriage anniversary. " Emma! Let go!" His eyes darken, voice icy. " Today is our marriage anniversary! So please - Don't go." She cries heartbreakingly, wishing for once her husband will listen to her begging. " EMMA!!!!" He yells at her, " Come to your sense! She is all alone. Her father just got drunk and throwing tantrum. Do you want me to enjoy some meat and wine with you when she is in trouble?" He grits his teeth, unable to hold his anger back. " I am here alone too. And you promised that today you will be with me only! Why are you -?" She can't finish her words as he cuts off her sentence. " Stop being so selfish! Emma. You are disappointing me. I have told you thousands times, I can give my life for her. She is my family. My best friend, my sister. No m...
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