Emma's POV Just then Ryan walked into my cabin. " Good morning! Why did you come so early? You didn't even wait for me? We could have come after having breakfast together. I would have ordered pancakes... Just the way you like them. " He said. " Thanks, Ryan. But I was not hungry. And not in a mood to share anything with you. So don't pretend that everything is just perfect. " " Well, then I think we should talk and solve all issues. You had a splitting headache last night; I hope you are fine and we can talk about it now. " " We will, after the meeting... Not here, you have already given a lot of topics to the staff." " I don't care what they know or talk about; now, at least none of you will flirt with you or gossip about us being together. You are my wife and I want everyone to know about it. " "But unlike you, I don't like to wash my dirty linen in public. Let's go to the meeting. " ********The boardroom felt stifling. The air was so thick with tension as we sat around t
Emma's POV I couldn’t think straight. The voice on the other end continued, but it was drowned out by the rising tide of my fear. I could barely breathe. I needed to get to him. Now.“I’m on my way,” I stammered before I hung up the phone, my hands shaking as I stood abruptly, my chair scraping loudly against the floor. Every eye in the room turned toward me, including Ryan’s, his brow furrowed in confusion, but all I could think about was James. My son was hurt, and I wasn’t there. I needed to leave—now. “I—I need to leave,” I stammered, my voice thick with panic.Ryan’s eyes narrowed. “Emma, we’re in the middle of a meeting,” he said, his tone sharp but controlled, as though he were trying to keep his growing annoyance in check.“I don’t care,” I snapped, the words tumbling out before I could stop them. “I need to leave now. It’s... personal.” my panic overpowering my usual restraint.Ryan stood abruptly, his chair scraping the floor as he rose to his feet. His expression darkened
Emma's POV By the time I finally pulled into the school’s parking lot, the sun had dipped lower in the sky, casting long shadows over the grounds. I parked haphazardly and rushed out of the car, my heart hammering as I approached the main building.Inside, the receptionist greeted me with a knowing look, her expression soft with sympathy. “Ms Wales, the headmaster is waiting for you in his office.”I nodded, my throat too tight to respond, and hurried down the corridor toward the headmaster’s office. The familiar hallway seemed to stretch on forever, my legs feeling weak beneath me as I forced myself forward.When I reached the headmaster’s office, I paused, taking a deep breath to steady my racing heart. James was sitting there, outside the office, his small frame hunched over in one of the chairs. His face was pale, his face had a faint bruise, and his clothes were rumpled, with a few scratches on his arms that were already treated. My heart dropped as I noticed the faint bruisin
Emma's POV Taking a deep breath, I stepped in and explained everything to him, he understood and told me to be rest assured as he would punish the children for teasing and provoking James to this situation. I thanked him As I stepped outside the headmaster’s office, after thanking him, I could feel the weight of what I was about to face pressing down on me. The walls of the school felt closer, the corridor longer, and each step toward the door was heavier than the last. I wasn’t just walking toward Ryan. I was walking toward a reckoning I’d been running from for six years. My mind raced with possible explanations and excuses I could give him if he confronted me, but none of them felt right. None of them could explain away the truth that was about to crash down on both of us.With a final exhale, I stepped out into the courtyard. The air was cool, a slight breeze rustling the leaves of the old oak trees that lined the school grounds. I could see him more clearly now, leaning casuall
Ryan's POV Same day, in the morning...I stood by the window, watching the weak morning light filter through the blinds, casting long shadows across the floor. My thoughts were already running wild, as they often did these days, consumed with memories of her—of Emma. The thoughts had been restless, as they often were these days, tangled with memories and unresolved feelings that seemed to haunt my every waking moment. The way she looked, the way she moved, how she used to smile before everything went wrong. My grip tightened around the edge of the windowsill as I glanced at the clock. It was already half past eight; she should have been out of her room by now when she knew we had such an important meeting, and before that, we needed to talk as last night she had a splitting headache, and she didn't explain anything. But now I wanted to answer my questions; I needed to know everything. But why was she not out of her room? Was she not feeling well? Or was she deliberately taking so
Ryan's POV I felt my jaw clench at the thought. He’d been circling her like a vulture for weeks now, his interest in her obvious despite her supposed disinterest. But Emma was good at hiding things. She’d become an expert at it over the years.When I arrived at the office, I walked in with the air of authority that came naturally to me, but my mind was still preoccupied. I barely greeted anyone as I made my way to the boardroom, already dreading the tedious meeting ahead. Quarterly projections, budgets—none of it mattered right now. Not when my mind was focused on Emma and where the hell she had disappeared this morning.Just then, I saw that she was in her cabin, talking to Kate and Jane; Kate was talking to her as she talked to me, and Jane even offered her a coffee mug. She took it with a sarcastic smile. I felt a bit relieved. She was giving orders to them when I walked into her cabin. " Good morning! Why did you come so early? You didn't even wait for me? We could have come
Ryan's POV P“Emma,” I called out, my voice sharp with authority. I tried to stop and confront her, Her face was pale, her eyes wide with something close to panic. She looked at me, and for a moment, I saw something raw in her gaze—fear, maybe, or desperation. But she blinked, and it was gone, replaced by that same guarded expression she always wore around me.“I need to go,” she said, her voice shaky, but firm. “It’s personal.” She looked like she was on the verge of breaking down, but she held herself together, her chin lifting defiantly.I felt the anger flare again, my control slipping. “You don’t just walk out of a meeting without an explanation,” I snapped, my tone harsher than I intended. “What’s going on, Emma? Who was on the phone?” I asked but she snapped.“It’s none of your business, Ryan. Just… let me go.” Something about the way she said it—let me go—made my chest tighten. But I couldn’t. I couldn’t just let her walk away from me again, not without knowing what was going
Ryan's POV The boy was small, maybe five or six, but from my vantage point, I couldn’t see the boy’s face, only the back of his head, a mop of dark hair that looked unsettlingly familiar. A sick feeling settled in my gut. I watched as Emma knelt to the boy, her lips moving in quiet conversation, her hand gently brushing through his hair. She looked tender, motherly—a side of her I had never seen before.A child?Who was this child?Does she have a child? It couldn’t be hers. Could it?My jealousy flared up, a wave of bitterness washing over me.For a brief moment, I wondered if this boy was the child of the man Emma had supposedly moved on with. Was this why she had kept her life so private? Had she started a family without me?My chest tightened as a horrible realization began to dawn on me. The child… could he be mine?No. She wouldn’t have kept that from me. She wouldn’t have hidden something like that for six years. Would she?But there he was, holding her hand, and she hugged
Emma's POV Stepping into the kitchen, I leaned against the counter, the tension of the evening finally catching up with me. This wasn’t just about James’s happiness. This was about us. About the unresolved past, the hurt, the betrayal.Ryan might be trying to play the hero now, but I couldn’t forget how we had ended up here. And no matter how much I wanted to, I couldn’t let myself fall for his charm again.As much as I had enjoyed seeing James so happy tonight, I couldn’t shake the feeling that Ryan was playing a game. And I wasn’t sure I wanted to play along anymore." Hey! Let me help you. " " No thanks! I don't need your help. And what the hell do you think you were doing there? " " Where? What did I do now?" He asked, feigning an innocence and he looked exactly like a mature version of James when he did that." Oh, you have no idea, what you were doing there in that damn tent? Don't you dare to touch me again? I don't like to be touched like that." I yelled. And my eyes got mo
Emma's POV " Yey!! Let me get the snacks. " James got out of the tent. " You are so soft... I want to bury myself in you..." He said as soon as James went away." Shut up! And get away from me." I tried to get out of his arms but he tightened his arms around me." Why don't you accept that your body is melting against mine." He said. " Ryan! Back off! " " No! I am having fun with my family." Just then James brought the snacks in. They both started enjoying the snacks and made me eat too. While Ryan's left hand was still on my belly, holding me against him. While James was busy telling his story. I was just aware that he was saying something while Ryan's reactions seemed to be normal as if he was not holding me. James was still very happy and excited.God! Please put him to sleep. " Let's go out and have dinner as well. I prepared your favorite, baked pasta." I tried to tempt James with his favorite dish as I wanted to go out of there. " No! Wait! I will get that too. " He wen
Emma's POV " We should be comfortable and yet should sit as close as possible to be more cosy and safe, in case some ghost comes here. " He said already shifting behind me." Dad!!! A ghost can come here??" He looked scared " Maybe... Ghosts are naughty. " Ryan said smirking at me. " Momm!!!" James caught my hand tightly. " Don't worry, honey, I will kill the ghost if it tries to be naughty," I said, glaring at him over my shoulder, and he burst out laughing. " What is so funny? " I asked. "Isn't your Mom very cute and funny, James? She can't kill the ghost; they are too stubborn and naughty. Do what they like; you can't stop him. " " Mom, a ghost is already dead, how will you kill it?" He also started laughing. " I can kill a few stubborn, notorious ghosts." I glared at Ryan. He whispered against my ear, 'Kill me with your lips, Love. Kiss me, every inch of me. I will die out of pleasure." I hit him in his ribs with my elbow. He just chuckled. Idiot!!!My back was plastered
Emma's POV James, completely oblivious, clung to the edge of the blanket, his excitement bubbling over. “Dad, what was the scariest thing you’ve ever seen?”Ryan shifted closer to me, his leg brushing against mine, sending a shudder through my body that I tried to ignore. “Hmm,” Ryan mused, pretending to think while his fingers traced small, lazy circles on my knee. I bit the inside of my cheek, willing myself not to react. Not in front of James.“The scariest thing?” Ryan repeated, his hand inching higher towards my core creating havoc in me. “I think it’s when your mummy tries to drive on the motorway.” he winked at me. Idiot!! James burst out laughing, his giggles filling the small space, while I elbowed Ryan sharply in the ribs. “Very funny, I drive perfectly. I was worried about James. ” I muttered, shifting slightly to move his hand away.But Ryan, the persistent devil that he was, simply smirked and let his hand slide right back, resting it lightly on my waist this time. Th
Emma's POV As I searched through the cupboards, pulling out bags of crisps, marshmallows, and some leftover biscuits, I couldn’t help but listen to the laughter coming from the living room. James was full of giggles, and Ryan—he had this way of making everything seem like an adventure. I heard furniture scraping against the floor and Ryan giving exaggerated instructions as if they were on a grand expedition.For dinner, I prepared, Pasta bake (cheesy, family-friendly, simple but comforting, perfect for their mood of a cozy night in the camp.I peered around the kitchen doorway to see them dragging chairs into the middle of the room, draping blankets over the top to create their makeshift tent. Ryan was completely in his element, crouched on the floor with James, carefully placing cushions inside their new “camp.” I had to admit, it was adorable watching the two of them.“Careful with that blanket,” Ryan said in an overly dramatic tone. “This is no ordinary blanket, James. This is our
Emma's POV " Would not it have been better if we had gone to my hotel room? " He asked and I glared. He raised his hands in surrender, still smiling. “Alright, alright. Just offering. But you know, with the three of us in that one little bedroom tonight, it’s going to get cozy.”I nearly choked on the water, I was drinking, my face flushing. “Excuse me?”James, completely oblivious to the innuendo, laughed. “It’ll be like camping, Mummy!”Ryan grinned at me, clearly enjoying my discomfort. “Yeah, like camping. Just us three… all snug and close. Cozy.” he winked. Idiot! As if...But I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks. “You’ll be on the sofa, Ryan. Don’t even think otherwise.”He chuckled, leaning in slightly, his voice dropping so only I could hear. “Oh, c'mon, Emma, we both know, you will enjoy having me in bed. Don't bother to deny it.”I glared at him, ignoring the way his nearness sent an unexpected shiver down my spine. This wasn’t happening. I was not going to let him
Emma's POV Suddenly, James tugged at my sleeve, pulling me from my thoughts. “Mummy, are you okay?”I forced a smile, nodding. “I’m fine, sweetheart.”Ryan’s eyes flickered toward me, his expression softening for just a moment before he turned back to James. “Right, let’s finish up and get home. We’ve got a living room to camp in, remember?”As we left the diner, James happily chatted about all the “camping” supplies they’d need; I couldn’t shake the growing unease in my chest. Ryan was laughing and planning with James as if we were a normal family, but things were far from normal. I wasn’t sure if I could let my guard down.One thing was clear, though: James was thrilled. And as long as he was happy, I would go along with their ridiculous plans… even if it meant letting Ryan be a little too close for comfort.We reached my home, and he stopped the car; before he could say Anything, I got out of the car, turned on my heel, and headed for the door. He followed behind me, his footsteps
Emma's POV Ryan raised an eyebrow but didn’t press it. Instead, he turned back to James. “So, mate, I’ve been thinking. Once we finish this monstrous milkshake, we should plan something fun. You know, a real adventure. How about we build a fort when we get home? Or…” His eyes twinkled mischievously. “We could camp in the living room tonight. I’ll bring my torch, and we’ll tell scary stories. What do you say?”James gasped, bouncing in his seat. “Can we, Mummy? Please? Can we camp in the living room?”I blinked at them, half-expecting Ryan to burst out laughing at the absurdity of his suggestion. But he was dead serious—and so was James. “I don’t think we have space for that…”Ryan cut in, shaking his head. “Emma, where’s your sense of adventure? We don’t need space. We’ll make it work. Move some furniture, throw down some blankets. It’ll be like we’re out in the wild!”“Camping… in my flat?” I asked, incredulous.“Exactly,” Ryan said, giving me a grin that I both hated and… found a l
Ryan's POV Great! Simply great!! Now you see, my love, how I won you back; no matter what happened in the past, I am going to resolve it and have you in my home, in my bed, and my arms, soon, very soon. You are mine!! Emma's POV “Fine,” Ryan said, finally relenting, though his tone was still far too smug for my liking. “If you insist on your flat, we’ll go there. But don’t think this is over, Emma. We’ll talk more about what’s best for James.”I glared at him but said nothing; he drove back toward my flat. I was looking out of the window. Just then James asked from the back seat, “Mummy! Can we stop for lunch? I’m starving!”“Starving?” Ryan scoffed dramatically, quickening his pace to catch up with James. “Didn't you eat breakfast, son?”James giggled. “But that was 3 hours ago! I’m a growing boy.”Ryan smiled at him through the rearview mirror. “Alright, alright. You’re right. A growing boy needs fuel. How about we stop at that diner just up the street? The one with those massive