Emma's POV I couldn’t do this anymore. The constant pressure, the lies, the rumors. It was too much. Ryan’s protectiveness, his possessiveness, was suffocating. I couldn’t breathe under the weight of it all.I had barely managed to collect myself when the door swung open, and I heard footsteps behind me. I didn’t need to turn around to know who it was."Emma," Ryan’s voice was soft now, full of regret.I shook my head, keeping my back to him. "Why can’t you just let me live my life, Ryan? Why do you have to control everything?""I’m not trying to control you," he said, stepping closer. "I’m trying to protect you.""By doing this?" I spun around to face him, my tear-streaked face full of anger. "You think punching someone in front of the entire office is protecting me? By declaring that I belong to you is protecting me? You’ve just made everything worse!" I retorted. He looked at me, his expression torn like he didn’t know how to fix what he had broken. "I’m sorry. I just… I can’t st
Emma's POV "Let me go, I quit, do whatever you want to... I don't care anymore." I whispered, trying to pull my hand free. But he wouldn’t let go."Emma, please don't!" he said again, louder this time, his voice steady and unwavering. "I am sorry, you know how much, I love you. I will not be able to take it this time." He said again louder, this time as if he was not certain that I had heard it or not the last time he said it. And he was desperate for me to know. The words hung in the air, heavy with meaning. The entire office gasped in unison, a collective intake of breath as they watched the scene unfold.I stood frozen, mortified as every eye in the room turned toward me. The heat of their gazes burned my skin, and I felt like I was standing on the edge of a cliff, about to tumble into an abyss I wasn’t ready to face.Ryan’s grip on my wrist softened, but he didn’t let go. His eyes locked onto mine, full of a raw, unspoken intensity that left me breathless."I love you," he repea
Emma's POV The room was deathly quiet now. Even the whispers had stopped. I could feel everyone’s eyes on us, but I didn’t care. I had to say this. I had to get it out before I lost my nerve."I’m leaving," I said, my voice soft but firm. "Please," I whispered. "Let me go."For a moment, I thought he would fight me. I thought he would grab my hand, pull me back into his world, and refuse to let me walk away. But instead, he just stood there, his face pale, his eyes full of regret."Emma…"I shook my head. "Goodbye, Ryan."And with that, I turned and walked out of the office. The silence followed me, the weight of everyone’s stares burning into my back, but I didn’t look back.I walked down the hallway, my heart heavy but resolute. The tears blurred my vision, but I kept moving, one foot in front of the other. For the first time in a long time, I was choosing myself. I was choosing my freedom.And for once, I wasn’t looking back.******** I reached home and after changing to my nigh
Emma's POV Just then the delivery boy came with the food I ordered. Ryan paid him the money and told him to take it away and eat it if he wanted to. He smiled and went away thanking him. " Ryan! How dare you? I ordered that. " " But I didn't want to eat that and since I am home, I want to share my meal with you. Let's go somewhere and have dinner, then we will come here to sleep or you can come to my hotel." " I am not going to spend nights with you. " I said glaring at him. " And I am not ready to stay away from you. " He said as if everything was normal between us. Ughhh!!! " Cut the drama and come with me or I will start mine as I will not leave you alone. I am starving! " He said and looked at me in such a way as if he wanted me to take the sentence in another way as well. A shiver went through me. " Wait here, I will change and come. " " Well, by the time I am waiting here, why don't I meet your neighbors? After all, we are going to be neighbors. " He said and turned to
Emma's POV I was stunned into silence as we ascended a sweeping stone staircase to the entrance. My heart sank further with each step, the sheer scale of the home pressing down on me. The interior was as grand as the exterior—marble floors, high ceilings adorned with intricate moldings, and expansive rooms that seemed to stretch endlessly. The grandeur, while impressive, felt cold and unwelcoming. It was more hotel than home, a stark contrast to the warmth and intimacy I yearned for.But it was huge, the sort of place that would take a small army to run and maintain it and I hated it for that reason. We were standing at the bottom of the curved stone steps. Ryan’s gaze was expectant, hopeful even, as we stood at the base of the grand staircase. "Well? What do you think?"The interior was larger than life and looked like a hotel itself, and it was not at all cozy. I hesitated, my mind racing. "Why are you asking me?" I managed, my voice tinged with unease."Isn’t it obvious, love?"
Emma's POV The restaurant was everything you’d expect from Ryan—elegant, sophisticated, and far too extravagant for what was supposed to be a casual dinner. Soft lighting bathed the room in a warm glow, and the gentle hum of conversation created an almost soothing atmosphere. There was even a live band playing in the corner, their music a gentle backdrop to the night.Despite its refined atmosphere, my appetite had vanished. The weight of the earlier conversation hung over me like a cloud, and I could barely muster the energy to engage in conversation.Ryan, however, seemed determined to maintain an air of normalcy and seemed to be in his element—perfectly composed, confident, and as charming as ever.As the evening unfolded, Ryan ordered a variety of dishes without even asking, all of which were my favorites. It should have felt like a thoughtful gesture, but instead, it only reminded me of how well he used to know me. His ability to anticipate my likes and dislikes, to present hims
Emma's POV We danced like that for what felt like an eternity, the rest of the world slipping away as I let myself fall into the rhythm. Something was intoxicating about it, the way he could make me forget, if only for a moment, all the pain that lay between us. His eyes never left mine, and I could see the longing there, the desire that matched my own. I hated that it was still there, that no matter how much time had passed, the fire between us hadn’t been extinguished.The song ended, and Ryan led me back to our table, but the spell hadn’t entirely broken. I ate mechanically, my appetite dulled by the emotional weight pressing down on me. I found myself eating more than I expected, the tension in my body loosening with each bite. Ryan watched me, his expression a mixture of satisfaction and something deeper, something I couldn’t quite name. I felt conflicted—angry that I was even here, sitting across from the man who had betrayed me so deeply, and yet there was no denying that s
Emma's POV The door clicked shut behind us, and suddenly we were alone, the intimacy of the moment enveloping us both. My heart pounded in my chest, the air between us thick with unspoken tension."Why were you crying?" he asked, his voice low and steady, though I could hear the concern behind it, his voice low, his eyes searching mine.I couldn’t answer. I stood there, frozen, as my mind raced for a response that would make sense. I couldn’t tell him the truth—not now, not yet. But I couldn’t lie, either. Not with him standing so close, his eyes searching mine, waiting for an explanation."Emma," he said softly, stepping closer to me. His hand reached up to gently brush a strand of hair away from my face, his fingers brushing against my cheek, wiping away the tear stains...his touch was achingly familiar. "Please talk to me," he murmured, his voice softening. "I don’t want to see you like this."I shook my head, my throat tightening with emotion. "It’s nothing," I whispered, though