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
Ryan's POV I didn’t need to ask the question again or wait to hear her reply. I didn’t need a DNA test. The truth was staring me right in the face, as clear as day.Emma had been hiding him from me? But why? How could she?? I staggered back, my mind reeling. I could barely breathe, the shock hitting me like a freight train. The boy—my son—was looking up at me, wide-eyed, innocent, unaware of the storm brewing inside me." Hello, I am James, who are you? " His name. My voice cracked as I said it, almost unconsciously. "James?"The boy blinked, his small face lighting up with excitement. "You know my name?"I couldn’t speak. My throat was tight, my heart thudding painfully against my ribcage. But then, something happened that shattered the last bit of restraint I had left, nothing could have prepared me for it. "James, he is Ryan... He is my... " She was saying but the expression of his cute face changed dramatically, all of a sudden. " Ryan????" He asked as if he was shocked to
Ryan's POV My parents had died in an accident and I was deprived of their love and family environment. My grandpa gave me everything, but he could not give me the love my parents used to. And here this son of mine was craving for my love, thinking that he lost me... I had a son... A son. I was getting very emotional and, at the same time, was getting very furious with Emma for depriving him as well as me of each other. My family was right in front of me." Orphanage?? " I glared at Emma again and she looked away. " Yes!" "But why did they say that you were from an orphanage?" I asked. " They asked me my dad's name, but I didn't know, so they teased me that she got me from there or she was a bad woman who didn't know my dad's name. " He said, a tear flowed from his eyes. I wanted to beat all those guys for hurting my son. But first of all, I wanted to punish Emma for all this... Why didn't she tell me anything? Why was she putting our son through so much pain? " Oh, my dear, you