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
Flashback... Right after the honeymoon.Our honeymoon was filled with fun, laughter, and more than a little naughtiness, but it was also a promise of the life we were building together, a life filled with love and passion, adventure and surprise.The tropical setting, combined with intimate moments and playful interactions, highlighted our chemistry and deep connection as we explored our love for each other.And I couldn’t wait to see what the future held.*****Our honeymoon in Australia was nothing short of a dream. For nearly three blissful weeks, Ryan and I explored the beautiful beaches, dining under the stars, and savored every precious moment together. Returning home felt like stepping into a new chapter of our lives. I resumed my work, feeling more motivated than ever, while Ryan focused on his assignments, always flitting between projects like the passionate artist I thought he was.Life felt perfect, almost too perfect. I was already planning a surprise for him – an elabora
Emma's POV The ground felt like it had slipped out from under me, the weight of her words pulling me into a dizzying spiral. Her casual revelation echoed in my mind. Was this all a lie?He had approached me as a struggler, someone finding his way in a competitive world. But now… Now, it seemed as if he had played a different game all along. Was it all part of some calculated plan? What did he want from me? Could it have been a tie-up with my father’s company? After all, my father had been looking for someone to take over the family business ever since I stepped away. Was this his way in?The thought lodged itself in my brain, slowly expanding until it consumed every rational thought I had left. Yes. It made sense. My father would have a grandson, and in time, he could choose him as his heir. It was perfect, wasn’t it? All along, I’d been nothing more than a means to an end.I closed my eyes, aching to go back, back to before I met him. How could I have been so gullible? So utterly na
Emma's POV I felt a bile rise in my throat. How could I have been so blind? The signs were there, plain as day. He’d never struggled. He’d never worried about money. Everything had been a facade, and I’d been too in love, too wrapped up in the fantasy, to see it.I stumbled back to my bed, collapsing into the center of it. I stayed there, curled into myself, my eyes burning, my stomach twisting, my mind racing with the enormity of my stupidity.How could I have been so naive?I had trusted him. And now, I didn’t know who to trust anymore—not him, not myself.Everything felt like it was crumbling around me, and I was powerless to stop it.*********I had planned to arrange a dinner together, but it was already half done, so I started making it half-heartedly. The dinner was almost ready, a task now fully completed out of some sense of duty to maintain normalcy. As I placed the last dish on the table, my mind was far from the meal I had prepared. My hands moved mechanically while my t
Emma's POV " Emma... " His brow furrowed, the confusion in his eyes deepening. "Succeed? At what?""In making me fall for your lies. Your fake charm. The struggling actor routine—what a performance! Mr Heir of the Taylor empire." My voice broke slightly as I continued, the pain overwhelming my resolve to stay calm." It's not like what you think it is. " He looked tensed " Shut up! Don't lie! It's no use; I know everything today. I met one of your ex-girlfriends who came to see me this afternoon and told me. " I looked him straight in the eye, my voice colder than it had ever been. His face paled, his body tensing. "My ex? Who? What are you talking about?""Your ex...my client." " Her name?" I raised my chin defiantly. "Does it matter? Or are there so many of them that you can’t remember which one?"He took a step forward, his expression pained. "Emma, listen to me—""No," I snapped, cutting him off. "I know everything now. You deceived me. Lied to me. From the very beginning. W