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
Emma's POV Ryan may have been determined to win me back, but I knew the path ahead was far more complicated than he realized. The wall I had built around my heart wasn’t going to come down so easily—not when the stakes were so high.When the bill came, Ryan paid with his usual ease, though his attention remained fixed on me. As we left the restaurant, he reached for my hand. For a moment, I considered pulling away, but I forced myself to remain composed. The earlier warmth of his touch turned me to jelly, but I hated myself for being so gullible, I couldn’t help forgetting it. My mind was racing, drowning in memories of our shared past, of promises that were broken, of love lost." Where shall we go? Your place or my hotel. " " No, thanks! I will go to my home in a cab. " " You are going with me, now tell me shall I stay with you at your home or will you come with me? " . I could not take him to my home; it was full of small little things about my beloved son; I could not afford
Emma's POV His jaw clenched the fire in his eyes dimming. He ran a hand through his hair, clearly frustrated. "I’m trying here, Emma. I’m trying to make things right. But you have to meet me halfway." I turned to him then, meeting his eyes with a fierceness I hadn’t felt in a long time, "I can’t do this, not like this. We can’t just pretend that everything is okay."He took a step closer, his eyes pleading. "I know I made a mistake, but we can’t let it destroy what we could have. I’m not giving up on you. I never will."I shook my head, pressing my fingers to my temple as a headache began to form. "We’ll talk tomorrow. I’m too tired for this tonight." He stared at me, his eyes darkening. "Fine. But you know as well as I do that you have no choice. If you leave me, I’ll ruin your father and your brother-in-law. I know you don't care for him but Eva will also suffer. Don’t test me, Emma."My stomach dropped. His threat hung heavy in the air, but I wasn’t afraid of him. Not truly. Wha
Emma's POV My heart broke. How could I keep doing this to him?" I am sorry, love... I will come and scold those boys. " " Can't we find my dad, Mom? You lost him, can we not find him on the Internet or get help from the police to find him? I want my dad. I want to live with you, both of you. I don't like it here. " He started crying after trying for a long time. " Oh, baby, please don't cry... I’m sorry, sweetheart. I’ve just been busy," I whispered, trying to keep my voice steady. "But you know I love you more than anything. And I will come to meet you."There was a pause, and then, in a quiet voice, he asked, "Mum, can you sing me the lullaby? The one you used to sing when I couldn’t sleep?"A small, sad smile tugged at my lips, but my throat tightened as tears welled in my eyes. "Of course, darling," I whispered and began to sing softly, the familiar melody wrapping us both in a comforting embrace. For a few moments, it felt like I was right there beside him, stroking his hair