POV EmmaAfter Edward left, I felt like someone had thrown me into a life that wasn’t mine. A woman like me, who grew up facing hardships and had to learn to work early to help my mother support our home, didn’t know how to lead a fleet of employees.Edward had left over twenty people around me to manage and give orders to, and I didn’t know how to do that. It felt strange to be served and not even get up to wash a glass.When I married Gregory, I realized I needed to go back to my old habits to keep from going mad in that marriage. I would lock myself in the mansion’s kitchen, washing pots and cooking. It became my favorite pastime in the prison I lived in.I couldn’t go out alone, do my shopping, or choose my shoes. Gregory had governed my entire life for two and a half years, and it was as if I had forgotten how to take care of myself.I thought that running away would set me free, but now I felt like I had just moved to another cell. The story was repeating itself. I watched those
I remember only entering the house and then waking up in my room, with Edward by my side. My head spun like a top and cracked like an exploding bomb as I startled myself by getting up so quickly.“Don’t strain yourself, Emma,” Edward’s hand reached out, touching my shoulders and forcing me to lie down again. “I called a doctor to take care of you.”Still with my eyes closed, I questioned how I had ended up there and how Edward had arrived so quickly. But I couldn’t say anything; I could only think about the life and safety of the child I was expecting. I needed to ensure nothing happened to him.“You shouldn’t have gone out alone,” Edward said again. He ran a hand over his face and cast a worried look at me. “I was told you arrived here very disoriented and faint. What happened? Did someone hurt you?”He touched my hand, but I pulled it back. Should I really trust Edward? My head was now so confused that I didn’t know what to do anymore. I knew Gregory was being accused of blowing up
POV. GregoryI would briefly lose my mind over Emma’s disappearance. Everyone already knew she was my wife; there was no other topic in the gossip tabloids but my missing wife.For a long time, I had wished to be rid of her. It felt like a weight crushing my heart, having her by my side, and knowing I had caused so much pain. Occasionally, I tried to convince myself that I had saved her from Mason’s abuses, but one look into Emma’s eyes was enough to see the pain of being with me.I heard a knock on the door, and this time, I didn’t mention throwing the glass against the wall as I had last time. I watched Samantha stretch her neck as the door opened and look at me, frightened. Not only that, but I instilled fear even in my employees. From the expression on her face, bad news was about to walk through that door.“If you have a moment, sir,” she said with her head bowed, her voice trembling. “There’s a lawyer in the living room waiting to see you.”“Lawyer?” I asked, surprised.“Mr. Rob
POV GregoryI was hungover that morning. It had been a few days since I last went to work. Having to go to the company and knowing that all the orders directed at me would come from Edward made me want to give up on everything. I had never felt so weak, so incapable.I never imagined that Emma’s absence would wreak such havoc on my life and consequently on my decisions.But I decided to go to work that morning. I got up, took a long shower, and got ready. The reflection in the mirror was as bad as it could be, but I dragged myself to the car and drove to the towering building in the city center. I was being watched; every morning, I noticed a black car parked a few meters from my house. I realized it when I paid attention to the license plate—it was always the same. That morning, the car sat in the same spot. They were cops; I knew it because I’d seen documentaries on TV about cases like this.Edward was certainly paying the cops well to keep an eye on me, and I knew that any move I m
I spent the entire day clutching my cell phone, torn between calling Gregory or throwing it against the wall to eliminate any chance of making a huge mistake. Morning had already arrived, and I still hadn’t decided exactly what to do.I needed to make Gregory stop looking for me. He had to stop this madness immediately. I remembered Edward’s words: Gregory doesn’t love you; he just wants Grandpa’s inheritance back.Could he actually get the inheritance back? I had no idea, but what Edward said seemed true—after all, he was the one most involved in this story. Maybe I needed to trust Edward and forget Gregory forever.The phone vibrated in my hands, and I jumped. My heart raced so wildly that I had to close my eyes for half a second. I was afraid to look at the screen and find out it was Gregory calling, but I needed to be brave and end this once and for all.After letting, it rings three times, I finally glanced at the screen and realized it wasn’t Gregory calling but Robert, my lawye
POV GregoryA persistent bead of sweat rolled down my forehead for the third time. It was only then that I realized I had been standing in the same spot, under the blazing sun of that morning, lost and thinking about everything Emma had told me.A car honked loudly behind me. Across the street, a woman pointed her phone at me, taking pictures. Soon, someone would plaster that photo somewhere, highlighting my downfall. I had to drag myself out of the way to avoid being run over. Still dazed, I returned to the building—directionless, hopeless, and completely disheartened.What was Emma doing to me? Why did I feel this way about her? The audacity shocked me; her words still struck me. My vulnerability to her shocked me. After all, I had never wanted to marry her. I had bought her like an object and used her to achieve my goals.I never cared about Emma, but her request for a divorce has numbed me, robbing me of sleep day and night.“Are you okay, Gregory?” A woman’s voice resonated behin
POV Emma.I was so tense that I gripped my phone until my fingers hurt and turned white. Once again, I looked at the screen displaying Gregory’s message.Should I wait for Edward to arrive and confirm that Gregory was right? Or should I change my number so that my current husband would never bother me again? Deep down, I didn’t have the courage to cut Gregory off. I remained rooted in him, unable to break free.Someone set lunch on the table, and the aroma of freshly roasted meat filled my nostrils, but I had no energy to get up. One maid stood still, waiting for me to sit so she could serve me. I slowly stood up and walked toward her.My stomach churned at the sight of the food. Pregnant women also experienced nausea, but I needed to eat for the health of the child I was expecting. With each bite, my mind drifted back to Gregory’s words. If he were right, Edward would arrive before noon.I put the food aside and silently left the room. I went to the balcony, feeling anxiety eating aw
Emma.Edward looked at me and stood like that for a few seconds, his eyes glazed over, his mouth slightly open as if he intended to say something but couldn’t. We were still on the porch of the house. His security guards spread across the entire property. Edward glanced around the place, and I could see a smirk tugging at his lips.What was so funny about my question?But instinctively, I felt that something was wrong. My chest tightened the moment Edward’s gaze met mine again. I held my breath when he took a few steps forward and got closer to me.“It’s true that Gregory lost everything. There’s no chance he can overturn the will’s outcome—unless Grandpa comes back from the grave and changes history.”My heart sank into my chest. My gaze became lost, as if I had just understood things at that very moment. Gregory had told the truth—he wasn’t after me for the inheritance, but because, maybe…“Why are you asking me that, Emma?” Edward’s voice pulled me back and interrupted my train of
GregoryI noticed when Edward kissed Emma and when she pushed him away, confessing her love for me. That was what frozen my legs at first and stopped me from going at him. I saw Emma’s ability to defend herself, to handle the situation on her own, and I felt proud of her, but now it was my turn to defend my family and put Edward in his place.I intended to break every tooth in that bastard’s mouth. Not only that, but I had been holding on to resentment against Edward for a long time. He blamed me for our parents’ deaths and said I would pay for it when he made my life a living hell. And he had been doing that ever since our grandfather died.Now he was saying he would take Emma from me, the only good thing I had left. But Edward didn’t know my dark side—not yet. He was mistaken if he thought I would let that happen.“Stop this, Gregory.” Emma held my arm, her eyes filled with tears, fear hovering over her beautifu
Emma.I looked around to see if any faces were familiar. Then I looked at Gregory, who had a bloodied forehead. Who would want to kill him, and why? We were in Spain; no one knew us or had any reason to hate us.Maybe I was too innocent, or perhaps I couldn’t think clearly in the face of adrenaline and the fear of something worse happening to Gregory. When the ambulance arrived, the police came along. I didn’t speak their language and couldn’t understand what they were saying.“Ma’am, what he’s trying to ask is whether you noted the license plate or recognized the driver.” One officer spoke my language, but I didn’t know exactly how to respond.“I didn’t see anything. I didn’t even see when the vehicle approached. You should talk to my husband.”My hands were trembling, and I felt like I wouldn’t be able to stand for much longer. I looked at Gregory, covered in blood, lyi
Before the accident.Emma.I entered Gregory’s dark room, and he dressed without any ceremony in front of me, calm and calculating, knowing exactly what that action would cause in me. This time, I didn’t turn my face away—I looked at every detail of his body, every curve, every muscle moving as he put on his clothes.Once dressed, he approached me again, and there was a distinct glow in his eyes, something I had never seen a trace of before.“We need to talk,” he said while buttoning up his white shirt, and I kept thinking that maybe those words should have been mine.“Talk about what?” I asked when his eyes locked onto mine.I could barely breathe when Gregory got too close, only a few centimeters away, and I felt that his mouth would touch mine at any moment. Deep down, I wished it would happen.“Are you asking for my help just out of fear?” he whispered, and it was as if my legs
Edward.“Mr. Edward, that beautiful woman would like to meet you,” the heiress of one of the wealthiest families in the city, was smiling at me. She was just as pretentious as she seemed. Eager and desperate to make a connection with me. I smiled, but suddenly, my mind betrayed me, and the beautiful woman’s face transformed into something else.I shook my head, thinking I was going crazy. Why, after all, was I seeing Emma in that woman’s face?I looked at my wineglass and considered that it might be time to stop drinking so much. I shoved my hands into my pockets and looked around. The charity gala was in full swing. Filled with champagne glasses, beautiful women, live music, men in their expensive suits, and thousands of dollars circulating around the tables. This place was full of hypocrites. No one really gave a damn about the cause—except, of course, my grandmother Helena.Before going to the event, my lawyer had made som
What did Gregory mean by that? I spent most of the trip thinking about it until I finally fell asleep. There was no answer to his audacity; Gregory was truly determined to make my days more difficult.At least, I wanted to believe that. I wanted to create a bad image of him inside me so that it would be easier to forget him.I felt a hand caressing me. Not only that, but I thought I was dreaming, but when I slowly opened my eyes, I saw Gregory, standing with his face just inches from mine, smiling. The way he seemed happy by my side sent a shiver down my spine.I pulled away immediately when I realized the plane had already landed. How many hours had I been asleep? I would rather not ask Gregory that the less we talked, the better it would be for me.“We need to go,” he said, standing up and extending his hand for me to lean on him.I refused his help, getting up on my own and walking past him without giving him any attention. Gregory s
Emma.Bringing Masson back into my life felt like an unforgivable mistake. I cried in secret in the bathroom because I was tired of fighting this feeling inside my heart. I kept wondering why Gregory did this to me—one moment, he seemed to love me, and the next, he seemed to want to slowly kill me with his betrayals.Not only that, but I wiped my face, and when I left the room, I saw Samantha closing my suitcase and gripping its handle, ready to leave.“How long have you been there?” She looked at my face and knew at that moment that I had been crying, but she said nothing.“I just came to get your suitcase for the trip,” she smiled. “Mr. Gregory is waiting for you in the living room so you can leave.”I had even forgotten that I would be traveling with Gregory, and now it seemed too late to back out of this trip. I thought about how torturous it would be to spend a few days by his side without remembering his mistakes. The feeling I had was that death would come before Gregory and I
Gregory.A trip for me and Emma.I didn’t understand why I was excited, but I started packing my clothes to leave. I could hear Emma’s voice coming from the living room—she sounded happy, and her laughter filled my ears.When my phone rang, I didn’t feel like answering. I just wanted to keep listening to her voice, but the name on the screen made me stop everything and pick up the call.“What do you want?”“I’m at your doorstep waiting for you,” Mason’s voice was threatening. “And if you don’t come out, I’ll break into your house. I’m sure that Emma won’t like to see me.”I dropped the phone on the bed and rushed down the stairs, slipping out the door. It had been days since I last saw Mason—I had even thought he had forgotten his threats—but there he was again, making my life a little more difficult. There was no security around; I had dismissed all the staff, so I had to deal with Mason alone this time.My urgency in leaving the house caught Emma’s attention—not just hers, but also
EmmaGregory lifted me and held me in his arms. I sighed, startled. He carried me up the stairs until he stopped in front of our room, opened the door, and gently placed me on the bed. Thereafter, he looked at me as if calculating his words and finally said,“I’m going to call Samantha to help you take a bath,” he said, agitated, turning his back to me.“Gregory…”“Don’t say that near me again,” his eyes widened as he turned to look at me. There were tears in them. “I would rather not hear you say you’re dying when I’m here doing everything possible to save you.”I realized how much my words had hurt him. Immediately, Gregory turned his back and left. I remembered Helena’s words, saying that Gregory was committed to finding a cure for me. And he really was, even though I didn’t believe it was possible.Maybe by accepting reality, the pain would become smaller.Samantha entered the room a few minutes later. She had a strange expression on her face, as if she had seen something but coul
GregoryHelena had gone to visit Emma. She asked me to stay outside and wait because she had something important to tell me. I did as she asked, even though I felt like an idiot for not going into that room and making sure Emma was okay.Lia said she was fine, but she seemed moody. It was certainly because of me. I had spent the last few hours dedicated to researching the best hospitals and specialists who could save Emma’s life, using that as a perfect excuse not to have to see her.“Cancer treatment is the same all over the world, Mr. Gregory,” the doctor from Spain told me via video call. “There is not much to be done in these cases other than surgery and treatment.”There was no one who could guarantee Emma’s survival, and that was killing me. I wouldn’t give up so easily. I didn’t want to lose Emma now that I had realized how much I wanted her by my side.Not only that, but I glued my eyes to the laptop screen, and I sat on that hard bench for hours, so I didn’t see my grandmothe