Emily's POVAdrian’s gray eyes darkened as his jaw clenched, watching intently as my fingers slid one by one down the buttons of my blouse. Each pop of fabric seemed to echo in the room, growing louder with the tension between us. I took my time, teasing him, letting the material fall open enough to reveal the lace of my bra.His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed hard, his hand already moving to the buckle of his belt.“You’re not even going to wait for me to finish?” I teased, slipping the blouse from my shoulders and letting it pool on the floor.He leaned back in my chair, the very picture of male restraint, though the growing bulge straining against his trousers betrayed his true thoughts. “You’re taking too long,” he growled, his voice rough with need. “And I’m not sure I can hold myself back much longer.”“Who said anything about holding back?” I countered, stepping closer.With every step, I shed another piece of clothing—my skirt sliding down my hips, my heels clicking agains
Emily’s POVThe warm glow of the restaurant lights reflected off the wine glasses, casting a cozy ambiance over our table. Adrian had insisted on a double date with Claire and Vincent tonight, and while I loved seeing Claire happy, there was something about the way she avoided meeting my eyes that set me on edge."Are you okay?" I mouthed to her as Adrian and Vincent exchanged friendly banter about work. Claire smiled, but it was thin and brittle, as if the smallest nudge could shatter it."I'm fine," she whispered back. Her tone didn’t convince me.The waiter came by, serving our entrees. Claire poked at her food, and I knew she was far from fine. Then, as if summoning her courage, she looked at Vincent.“I need to say something,” she began, her voice shaky. Adrian fell silent, sensing the change in the air. I put my fork down and reached for Claire’s hand beneath the table.“Go ahead,” Vincent said gently, his dark eyes steady on her.Claire drew a deep breath, her free hand cradlin
Adrian’s POVSitting across from Emily, I couldn’t help but marvel at how utterly radiant she looked. Her laughter danced through the air, melodic and carefree, as she nudged Claire with a joke. Watching her with her best friend, I saw another side of her—one unburdened, glowing with a lightness I hadn’t realized I’d been desperate to protect.This was why I brought her here. Not for the food, not for the setting, but for this. For her to be surrounded by the people she loved, the people who loved her back.Vincent leaned closer to Claire, whispering something that made her roll her eyes, though the faint blush on her cheeks betrayed her amusement. For a man as bold as Vincent, his quiet tenderness toward Claire was striking. He wasn’t trying to steal the spotlight tonight, which was uncharacteristic for him.“Earth to Adrian,” Emily teased, snapping me out of my thoughts. Her eyes sparkled with mischief. “Are you going to tell us what’s on your mind, or should I order you another dri
Adrian’s POVSitting across from Vincent, I stared into the street bustling with people as I thought about the video recording from the press conference those scheming women had organized.The thought of how it would hurt Emily upset me and made me want to ruin every journalist that was in that press conference however it would only backfire and I was grateful to have a friend like Vincent deal with this with me. My thoughts churned like a storm, threatening to drown me. I finally broke the silence, my voice low and gruff."I went to see the Grahams yesterday," I said, watching as Vincent's brows furrowed. "I told them I couldn’t go through with Bianca’s demands. That any agreement we had with their family died with Samantha."Vincent leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table. "And? How did they take it?"A bitter laugh escaped me. "They dismissed me like I was some rebellious teenager refusing to follow orders. Told me Samantha’s death is in the past, that Bianca wants this, a
Emily’s POVSeeing Adrian like this—vulnerable, raw, and on the verge of breaking—filled me with a sadness I couldn’t put into words. My strong, invincible man, the one who always protected me, now needed someone to protect him. I wrapped my arms around him and kissed his temple gently.“You’re strong,” I whispered, stroking his cheek. “But I promise to be stronger for you.”His eyes glistened with unshed tears. It made my chest tighten. I had never seen him this way before, so human and exposed. I wiped a tear that slid down his cheek with my thumb, then tilted my head to tease him.“You know,” I said with a small smile, “I think your tears are more expensive than mermaid tears. You shouldn’t waste them.”Adrian chuckled low, but before I could say anything else, he cupped my face, his lips capturing mine in a deep, soul-searing kiss. He pressed me against the wall, his body heavy and warm against mine, and the kiss turned desperate, almost punishing. I could feel his emotions bleedi
Adrian’s POVThe cemetery was quiet, the air heavy with the faint scent of rain-soaked earth. Standing before the cold, gray headstone etched with my parents' names, I felt the weight of fifteen years lift off my shoulders. Emily stood just behind me, her hand warm and steady on my shoulder as I knelt to clear away the leaves that had gathered at the base of their grave.“I kept my promise,” I murmured, my voice barely audible in the stillness. “I found the truth. And I made sure they can’t hurt anyone else the way they hurt us.”Emily crouched beside me, her touch grounding me as she placed a bouquet of white lilies on the grave. “They’d be so proud of you, Adrian,” she said softly, her voice brimming with sincerity. “You’ve been through so much, but you turned it all into strength. That’s… that’s incredible.”Her words hit me harder than I expected, and for the first time in years, I felt a lump rise in my throat. I glanced at her, her beautiful face illuminated by the dim sunlight
Emily’s POV“You may now kiss the bride.”The pastor’s voice echoed through the garden venue, and as Adrian cupped my face with gentle, possessive hands, the world around us melted away. Everything—every face, every sound, every moment—blurred into insignificance, leaving just him and me in a universe of our own. His lips captured mine in a kiss so tender yet electrifying that it didn’t feel like the start of something new, but rather the continuation of something eternal. It was a promise, a silent declaration that the past no longer held me hostage.The applause that erupted around us was distant, muffled. Tears brimmed in my eyes, spilling over as our lips parted. But for the first time, these weren’t tears of heartbreak or regret. They were tears of unfiltered, unrestrained joy.This wasn’t just a wedding. It was a rebirth.The scars from my first marriage no longer stung as they once had. They were still there, faint and faded, but they no longer had power over me. This was my se
Emily’s POVThe bathroom was eerily silent, save for the sound of my shaky breaths and the faint hum of the overhead fan. My hands trembled as I clutched the small plastic stick, staring at the two faint pink lines that stared back at me like an answer to a prayer. Two lines.I blinked, tears spilling over onto my cheeks, and let out a choked laugh that sounded almost foreign to my ears. I hadn’t realized I was crying until a tear dropped onto the stick. My vision blurred, but those two lines remained clear, bold, and unyielding.Two years. Two long years of waiting, hoping, and silently mourning every month when the answer was always no. I had wanted to believe it would happen one day, but as time dragged on, doubt crept in.I sank onto the toilet seat, the stick still clutched in my trembling hands, and fumbled for my phone. My fingers moved on autopilot, searching for the one person who would understand the significance of
Claire’s POVThe air felt stifling as I tried to process what had just happened. Everyone in the room had gone quiet the moment he entered, and for good reason. Larry—or whatever he was calling himself these days—was breathtaking. Broad shoulders, a chiseled jaw, and eyes that once had the power to undo me.But my head was a cacophony of emotions, drowning out the whispers of awe from the other women. This man… This man had put me through hell. The same man who, years ago, promised me the world only to vanish without a trace. The same man who called me a slut when I told him I was pregnant.I clenched my fists, willing my racing heart to calm.No, it can’t be him, I thought, watching as he moved across the room with a confidence that seemed to command attention. He looked at me for the briefest moment, his eyes flickering with something I couldn’t place before looking away like I was just another face in the crowd.Maybe he wasn’t Larry. Maybe he was just a doppelgänger—a cruel remind
Claire’s POVThe antenatal class was a space I’d dreaded since the beginning, but today, the air seemed heavier, thicker with judgmental stares and whispers that buzzed like gnats around my ears.I adjusted my maternity dress as I stepped into the room, my heart thudding louder than my footsteps. A cluster of women huddled in one corner, their conversations halting as their gazes flicked toward me.“Look who decided to show up,” a voice rang out, unmistakable in its biting tone.I turned to see Patricia, her perfectly manicured nails tapping against the armrest of her chair. She had that effortless grace some people never lose, even when their insides are rotten. Once a famous model, she was now a cautionary tale of indulgence turned bitter. Pregnancy hadn’t been kind to her body, and she blamed everyone but herself for the change.Patricia had taken a liking to making me her personal target. Whether it was because I reminded her of her past or because she thought I was an easy victim
Claire’s POVI stared at my phone, the call screen mocking me with its unyielding silence. Voicemail. Again.My thumb hovered over the redial button as a wave of frustration surged through me. For the tenth time today, Vincent wasn’t answering. The man who had once promised me the world, who had sworn to stand by me no matter what, had disappeared as if I were nothing more than a fleeting inconvenience."You’re such a coward, Vincent," I muttered under my breath, my grip tightening on the phone. "You promised me. And now? You’re just gone?"The cold ache in my chest spread to my limbs, but I shook it off. No, I wasn’t going to let him see me like this—broken and pitiful. I grabbed my coat and bag, determination fueling every step as I headed out.His office was my next stop.When I arrived, the sleek, glass-paneled building loomed above me, cold and indifferent. I stepped inside, my heart hammering as the elevator whisked me up to his floor.“Hi, I need to see Vincent Everglow,” I sai
Claire’s POVThe aroma of fresh coffee from the street below wafted through the slightly cracked window of my tiny apartment. I should’ve been up hours ago, but the sharp cramps in my abdomen had chained me to bed. The TV droned on in the background, filling the silence.“...breaking news this morning! Actress Layla Vanroe, known for her role in Empire’s Fire, has announced her engagement to none other than Vincent Everglow!”The mug I cradled in my hands slipped, shattering on the floor. My pulse raced as I grabbed the remote and turned up the volume. My chest tightened as the screen displayed picture after picture of Vincent and Layla, arm in arm, smiling like they belonged in a fairytale.“Fans are already swooning over the couple’s chemistry,” the anchor gushed. “Layla shared this photo on her social media last night, calling Vincent her ‘forever.’ And we’ve got to admit—they look absolutely perfect together.”I stared at the screen, my vision blurring with tears.“I guess I wasn
Emily’s POVThe bathroom was eerily silent, save for the sound of my shaky breaths and the faint hum of the overhead fan. My hands trembled as I clutched the small plastic stick, staring at the two faint pink lines that stared back at me like an answer to a prayer. Two lines.I blinked, tears spilling over onto my cheeks, and let out a choked laugh that sounded almost foreign to my ears. I hadn’t realized I was crying until a tear dropped onto the stick. My vision blurred, but those two lines remained clear, bold, and unyielding.Two years. Two long years of waiting, hoping, and silently mourning every month when the answer was always no. I had wanted to believe it would happen one day, but as time dragged on, doubt crept in.I sank onto the toilet seat, the stick still clutched in my trembling hands, and fumbled for my phone. My fingers moved on autopilot, searching for the one person who would understand the significance of
Emily’s POV“You may now kiss the bride.”The pastor’s voice echoed through the garden venue, and as Adrian cupped my face with gentle, possessive hands, the world around us melted away. Everything—every face, every sound, every moment—blurred into insignificance, leaving just him and me in a universe of our own. His lips captured mine in a kiss so tender yet electrifying that it didn’t feel like the start of something new, but rather the continuation of something eternal. It was a promise, a silent declaration that the past no longer held me hostage.The applause that erupted around us was distant, muffled. Tears brimmed in my eyes, spilling over as our lips parted. But for the first time, these weren’t tears of heartbreak or regret. They were tears of unfiltered, unrestrained joy.This wasn’t just a wedding. It was a rebirth.The scars from my first marriage no longer stung as they once had. They were still there, faint and faded, but they no longer had power over me. This was my se
Adrian’s POVThe cemetery was quiet, the air heavy with the faint scent of rain-soaked earth. Standing before the cold, gray headstone etched with my parents' names, I felt the weight of fifteen years lift off my shoulders. Emily stood just behind me, her hand warm and steady on my shoulder as I knelt to clear away the leaves that had gathered at the base of their grave.“I kept my promise,” I murmured, my voice barely audible in the stillness. “I found the truth. And I made sure they can’t hurt anyone else the way they hurt us.”Emily crouched beside me, her touch grounding me as she placed a bouquet of white lilies on the grave. “They’d be so proud of you, Adrian,” she said softly, her voice brimming with sincerity. “You’ve been through so much, but you turned it all into strength. That’s… that’s incredible.”Her words hit me harder than I expected, and for the first time in years, I felt a lump rise in my throat. I glanced at her, her beautiful face illuminated by the dim sunlight
Emily’s POVSeeing Adrian like this—vulnerable, raw, and on the verge of breaking—filled me with a sadness I couldn’t put into words. My strong, invincible man, the one who always protected me, now needed someone to protect him. I wrapped my arms around him and kissed his temple gently.“You’re strong,” I whispered, stroking his cheek. “But I promise to be stronger for you.”His eyes glistened with unshed tears. It made my chest tighten. I had never seen him this way before, so human and exposed. I wiped a tear that slid down his cheek with my thumb, then tilted my head to tease him.“You know,” I said with a small smile, “I think your tears are more expensive than mermaid tears. You shouldn’t waste them.”Adrian chuckled low, but before I could say anything else, he cupped my face, his lips capturing mine in a deep, soul-searing kiss. He pressed me against the wall, his body heavy and warm against mine, and the kiss turned desperate, almost punishing. I could feel his emotions bleedi
Adrian’s POVSitting across from Vincent, I stared into the street bustling with people as I thought about the video recording from the press conference those scheming women had organized.The thought of how it would hurt Emily upset me and made me want to ruin every journalist that was in that press conference however it would only backfire and I was grateful to have a friend like Vincent deal with this with me. My thoughts churned like a storm, threatening to drown me. I finally broke the silence, my voice low and gruff."I went to see the Grahams yesterday," I said, watching as Vincent's brows furrowed. "I told them I couldn’t go through with Bianca’s demands. That any agreement we had with their family died with Samantha."Vincent leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table. "And? How did they take it?"A bitter laugh escaped me. "They dismissed me like I was some rebellious teenager refusing to follow orders. Told me Samantha’s death is in the past, that Bianca wants this, a