" I don't know what happened. Your husband just came and told us that he was there to take you home." Darla pouts as she speaks through the phone. " I am sorry, Darla." Emma apologizes, imagining how awful it must have been for them. But her eyebrow raises slightly when Darla shakes her head, " No. It's fine. He was polite and respectful. He even asked if we needed a ride or not since we all went pretty much drunk." " I see. Hope Grandma and grandpa didn't mind!" " No. We have already explained everything to them. Also I have explained them that you just met them. They can't force you to be comfortable around them immediately. So take your time." Saying Darla excuses herself since she needs to go to her job. Emma hangs up, heading towards the basement only where her belongings may be there. She works in a big company as a member of IT team. Most of the time, she needs to work on computer. That's why she set that room only for herself. Also, aside from the job that she like
" I will be a bit late today. If Director comes, let me know!" Emma sent a message to her colleague and friend from her company, Leah just to ensure she doesn't have to face director's fury today. She is trying her best to avoid Vincent and Sia who have no sign of remorse. So she doesn't want feel awful at her workplace as well. " What are you talking about? Didn't you send your resignation letter tomorrow? We all were confused about the resignation email that you sent to HR!" Emma who is trying to do her hair, looks at the message that pops up on the screen. First she thought she was reading it wrong. But when she reads it twice, her heart drops.. Her fingers shake as she sits on the stool to look at it properly. " Resignation Letter? Email?" She mumbles, immediately checking her email. And- She freezes on the spot, staring at the email that is writing in cursive front. She hates to use Cursive front. And only person who can do it is--- " I am done preparing breakfast. Come
" Boss! If you don't mind, can I reapply for the position I was? It was a mistake last night!" Emma chews her lips as she requests to reclaim her poison in her department. She has always been so interested in Computer that she took loans for completing her degree and secured the job in a high paying job on first try. She worked hard on giving away the loan, buying an apartment and living the life that she always dreamed of. However, right now, she can't find herself anymore. All the hardwork, tears, depression and hope that she has invested in this job has been gone thanks to someone she loves so much. " Ms. Downey! I am so sorry. As you know the position is so much demanding. Also the new CEO has given this position to someone who has the ability to replace you. I am sincerely sorry about this. I know we have been friends for years. But I am --!" " No! It's fine." She wipes the tears that reaches her chin and ready to disappear into the ground like her all hardwork for ye
-Emma- I thought I was building a beautiful palace with love and trust. But time proved that it's full of lies and fakeness. I thought like fairytale, there is a happy ending in my life. But I forgot that fairytales aren't real. I was stupid to believe that he would understand me. And forgot that I was never been in the position to be understood by him. There is no warmth in the house. There is nothing I can claim as mine. Wherever I look, I realize that how short and temporary the good feelings are. Right now, even those sweetest memories I spent in this house sounds like jokes. All the walls seem like coming to me, to suffocate me. The bracelet he gave me yesterday at the morning is a tracking device. He thought if it's wrapped with a gold and curve with diamonds, I won't know about it. But I am not stupid. The company name on its surface sold its information. Now all I feel like laughing crazily. Never in my life, I thought I would end up in this position. I am always b
At night, Emma grabs her pillow and a blanket. She doesn't want to share a bed with him right now. Vincent is in his study and having a meeting with his clients. Because of Sia, he didn't go to the company. He has been giving all the signs of his priorities. Sia before his work, Sia before his wife and Sia before himself. There is an obsession that works deeply within him. If she is honest with her feelings, she is in pain, writhing in agony. She has to watch and witness her husband's priority who is Sia. Above everything - He must check on Sia. She doesn't believe Sia's all words. That he replaced Sia with her. Because it was a long process before they actually gave in this relationship. The Day Sia met her for the first time, she rejected him immediately. Saying, she wouldn't marry someone who sent someone else to approve. Although the relationship wasn't friendly enough for each other to care about, Vincent who didn't see her in real life, just decided to give up. Afte
" I am moving out! You will be fine from now on!" Sia, kinda sounds pissed, looks at Emma who is standing in front of the refrigerator, trying to drink some water. Since she has been unable to drink or eat anything, she is having a hard time physically. Hearing Sia, in this early morning, she wants to scoff. Sia lies a lot and it's another lie. However, when she hears the sound of suitcases being taken out by a middle aged woman, she turns towards Sia. " It's true." Sia shrugs her shoulders, noticing the confusion on her face. " Your parents' divorce is done?" Emma finally asked. As she didn't expect that. " No. But I am moving in with my mother. Yeah. You have successfully made me get out of this house. That's so pathetic!" She rolls her eyes and walks towards her mother. Emma looks at Sia's mother. She looks young but exhausted. But when her eyes meet the woman's eyes, she flinches. Sia's mother gives her a nasty glare before walking out of the house. She doesn't know why
" Now she has left, can we talk?" Vincent stands in front of her. Judging by his appearance, he seems like he is exhausted about something. Emma who has been unemployed and trying to get something that will help her out of her current mental situation, looks at Vincent with same expression he has. She just silently nods. As if even saying extra more words will drain her energy. Vincent sits across her and brushes his hands with nervousness. " Do you not love me anymore?" He asks, his eyes are on her, reflecting heartache. " I have been thinking about it a lot. I tried to imagine myself as you said. But - I am... I am sorry that I can't understand what I did to make things so hard for you. I am sorry. I am certainly sorry for making things hard for you. However, I feel exhausted. I want you to love me the way you always do." " I do!" She responds, looking at him, " I never stopped loving you!" She sighs and sits properly. " Then why?" He asks, her response somehow helps him feel
Each of her words tinges with sadness and Vincent couldn't understand why she can't understand just a simple thing. He is ignorant about her own feelings. He is well aware of. But his responsibility for Sia holds a higher position than his own life. The one he is today, it's all thanks to Sia. He can't deny. His existence is still on the earth because of Sia and there is no way he can neglect his responsibility. He loves Emma dearly. But if this is something that she can't accept about him. He doesn't know what to do either. " Is it worth of leaving her?" Mark asked, as he expressed his emotions about Emma's conversation last time. " I don't know. Emma doesn't want to understand that Sia is the only family who I owe everything. She is the one who saved me when I almost died. How can I just -!" He frustratedly sighs and looks at Mark with a hope of good suggestion. " Leave your wife!" Mark's voice resounds seriousness. " I think you both deserve better. Emma has never
" 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