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
Emma's POV I only wanted to be with you, Emma. Because I love you. That’s all that ever mattered to me."Tears burned in my eyes, but I held them back. Could I really believe him? Could I trust that his love for me was real, even if everything else felt like a lie?"I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner," he said, his voice soft and raw. "But please believe me, Emma. I never wanted to hurt you. I just… I love you. And I didn’t want my wealth to be the thing that defined us."I looked up at him, searching his face for any sign of deception. But all I saw was pain—pain that mirrored my own. He had kept this from me, yes, but was it really out of malice? Or was it out of fear—fear that I would push him away the moment I found out?Slowly, I exhaled, the tension in my shoulders loosening ever so slightly. Maybe he had made a mistake. Maybe he had been wrong to keep it from me. But the love he had shown me—the man he had been with me—wasn’t that real? Couldn’t that still be real?"I need tim
Emma's POV I felt a lump form in my throat, and though I wanted to pull my hand away, I couldn’t. His touch was warm and familiar, and despite everything, I craved that comfort. My resolve was weakening, but I didn’t want to admit it—not yet. Not out loud."I just… I need time to process everything," I whispered, looking down at the hand that held mine. "I don’t know what to think right now."He nodded, his thumb stroking the back of my hand gently. "I’ll give you all the time you need, Emma. I just don’t want to lose you. Not over this."I swallowed hard, feeling the weight of his words settle deep inside me. I didn’t want to lose him either. But I couldn’t ignore the hurt, the sting of betrayal that still lingered.We finished dinner quietly after that, the tension between us easing just slightly. Once the plates were cleared away, he stood up and walked over to the fireplace, watching the flames for a moment before turning back to me."I love you, Emma," he said, his voice low, fi
Emma's POV The following day, the weight of the previous night still hung in the air, but something had shifted between us. There was no denying the passion we shared, and although my feelings were still tangled in confusion, Ryan’s presence beside me felt comforting. I knew I couldn’t brush everything aside just yet, but I also knew that I had to understand him fully. There was more to his story, and I needed to see it with my own eyes.That morning, as I was sipping my coffee, Ryan approached me. He looked relaxed, more at ease than he had in days. His face lit up with a soft smile as he leaned against the kitchen counter.“There’s something I want to show you today,” he said, his voice tender, though there was a seriousness behind it. “I think it’s time you see the other side of my life, the part I’ve kept from you.”I set down my cup, feeling a flutter of uncertainty in my stomach. "Your real life?" I asked quietly, half-dreading what that would mean. I'd seen a glimpse of his we