Daniel's POVI woke up feeling uneasy. Ever since Emma left her home to head to the hospital after the night we shared together, I had a nagging feeling that something was wrong. I tried reaching her multiple times throughout the day, but every time we spoke, our conversations were brief, and she seemed distant.I picked up my phone and called her again. “Hey, Emma. How are you?”“I’m fine, Daniel,” she replied, her voice flat.“I was thinking maybe we could arrange an outing for Lily as a family. What do you think?”“I’ve been really busy lately, Daniel,” she said, a hint of frustration in her voice. “I don’t think I can.”“But it’s been so long since we all spent time together,” I insisted. “Lily would love it.”“I really have to go now, Daniel. We’ll talk later,” she said, ending the call abruptly.I stared at my phone, confusion and worry gnawing at me. Why was she keeping her distance after the intimacy we shared? Had I done something to upset her? I couldn’t let her go without f
3 days agoJessica found herself alone in Michael’s home, a rare moment of privacy. While Michael was busy with a call in another room, she casually wandered around, her eyes scanning for anything interesting. Her fingers brushed against the spines of medical books, trailed along the edges of photo frames, and finally settled on a small drawer slightly ajar.Curiosity piqued, she opened it further and there it was—a distinctive bracelet with a charm that she recognized instantly. It belonged to Emma. Jessica’s lips curled into a sly smile as she picked up the bracelet, turning it over in her hand. This was her golden ticket to frame Emma."Jessica, where are you?" Michael’s voice called from the other room."Just a minute, darling," she replied, slipping the bracelet into her purse.Michael appeared in the doorway, his eyes softening as they landed on her. "Come here," he beckoned, holding out his hand.Jessica smiled, walking over to him. "I’m coming," she said, slipping into his emb
David sat in his dimly lit office, the shadows casting long, haunting lines across his face. His mind was a storm of memories and new revelations, each one more painful than the last. The news about Scarlet's body had struck him like a dagger to the heart, reopening old wounds he thought had long healed. The woman he had once loved, the woman he had lost to his brother Michael, was gone forever. And now, he suspected that Michael was responsible for her death."Why, Michael? Why did you have to take everything from me?" David muttered to himself, tears streaming down his face. "I should have seen it. I should have protected her. Scarlet, I’m so sorry."He slammed his fist onto the desk, the pain in his hand a welcome distraction from the ache in his chest. "I can’t fall apart now. Emma and Daniel need me. I can’t let Michael hurt anyone else."David’s phone buzzed with a message. He glanced at it, his eyes narrowing as he read the contents: "Meet me at the old warehouse. I have eviden
David's POVAs Daniel and I left the police station, the cool night air hit our faces, a sharp contrast to the tension that still gripped my heart. We had just uncovered crucial evidence against Jessica, and the weight of what we knew about Michael hung heavily between us.“David, do you really think we’ll be able to bring him down?” Daniel asked, his voice a mix of hope and worry.“I do, Daniel. We have to. For everyone he’s hurt.”We didn’t get far before a black van screeched to a halt beside us. The doors flew open, and masked men jumped out, brandishing weapons.“Run!” I shouted, grabbing Daniel’s arm and pulling him towards the nearest alley.Bullets whizzed past us as we sprinted, the sound of footsteps pounding behind us. We ducked around corners and vaulted over obstacles, my heart hammering in my chest. We had to get away. We had to survive.We managed to lose them, ducking into a deserted building and collapsing against the wall, gasping for breath.“Who were they?” Daniel
Emma's POVI felt my depression relapse, the weight of it dragging me down as I sat in the cold, sterile interrogation room. The police questioned me relentlessly about my involvement in the incident. Each session was more stressful and exhausting than the last, the pressure to prove my innocence mounting with every passing minute.“Emma Emerson,” the officer began, his voice stern and unyielding, “we have evidence linking you to the scene. How do you explain your bracelet being found there?”“I don’t know how it got there,” I replied, my voice trembling with fatigue and frustration. “I wasn’t there. Someone must have planted it.”The officer leaned forward, his eyes piercing into mine. “And who would do that? Why would someone want to frame you?”I swallowed hard, trying to keep my composure. “I don’t know. But I swear I’m telling the truth.”"Why were you at the hospital that night?" the officer demanded."I was visiting a patient," I replied, my voice trembling despite my efforts t
Michael's POVJessica lay on the stretcher, her face pale with fear as I stood beside her, holding her hand. The sterile smell of the hospital filled the air, and I could see the anxiety in her eyes."Michael, I'm scared," she whispered, her voice trembling.I leaned down, brushing a strand of hair from her forehead. "I know, Jessica. But I’m right here. You're strong, and you're going to get through this. I promise."She nodded, trying to muster a smile. "I trust you, Michael."I kissed her gently, trying to infuse all my love and reassurance into that moment. "I'll be here when you wake up," I said, as the orderlies wheeled her towards the operating room.As the anesthesia took effect, Jessica's eyes fluttered closed, and I took a deep breath, focusing on the task ahead."Scalpel," I said, my voice steady.The assistant handed me the instrument, and I began the delicate process of the brain surgery. "Keep an eye on the vitals," I instructed, my hands moving with precision."BP is st
Michael’s pov I walked out of the operating room, my body heavy with exhaustion. The surgery had been long and grueling, and my mind was racing with the possibilities of what could still go wrong. Jessica’s parents were waiting anxiously, their eyes fixed on me as I approached. Jessica’s father, a tall man with an imposing presence, exuded an aura of dominance and superiority. His sharp, penetrating eyes were a clear reflection of his powerful personality. “Mr. Hampton, Mrs. Hampton,” I began, trying to keep my voice steady. “The surgery went well. We were able to remove the tumor, but given its location near the temporal lobe, there may be some sequelae, particularly affecting speech.” Jessica’s father nodded, his expression inscrutable. “Thank you, Dr. Thompson,” he said, his voice deep and commanding. “Your hard work is appreciated.” I looked up to him, an arrogant character like me rarely found someone to admire, but Mr. Hampton was different. His presence demanded respect,
Michael woke up in his office, the cold leather couch doing nothing to ease the weariness in his bones. His eyes were red-rimmed from the sleepless night, and he groaned as he pushed himself up. The morning light seeped through the blinds, casting harsh lines across his disheveled figure.He stumbled into the small attached bathroom, going through the motions of his morning routine with mechanical precision. The hot water from the shower did little to revive him, and the act of shaving felt almost futile. As he stood before the mirror, he took a moment to stare at his reflection. The man looking back at him seemed a stranger, burdened by the weight of his actions and the secrets he kept.With a resigned sigh, Michael dressed and headed to the ICU. Jessica’s parents were already there, their anxious faces a stark contrast to the clinical calm of the hospital. He checked Jessica’s vitals, noting with relief that they were stable.“She’s doing well,” he informed her parents. “Her conditi