David’s head was pounding from last night's drinking binge, and the incessant knocking on his door wasn’t helping. He groaned, dragging himself off the couch and stumbling to the door. When he opened it, Ethan stood there, his expression shifting from concern to barely suppressed amusement.Ethan: ”You look like you had a fight with a bottle of whiskey, and the whiskey won.”David: "Funny. Come in before you wake the neighbors."Ethan stepped inside, wrinkling his nose at the sight of empty bottles and scattered papers. Ethan: “Seriously, David, I know you're depressed, but do you have to make it look like a frat house threw up in here?"David: “It's called grieving, Ethan. You should try it sometime."Ethan: “I would, but I like my liver functioning. Besides, we're not done yet."David slumped onto the couch, rubbing his temples. David: “What’s the plan, genius? We've tried everything."Ethan pulled a chair closer, leaning forward. Ethan:*We need to make Michael think he’s slippin
Michael’s POVI stepped out of the operating room, exhausted but satisfied. The surgery had been a success. As I approached the anxious parents in the waiting room, I put on my best reassuring smile."Your daughter is doing well," I said. "The operation went smoothly, and she's in recovery now."The relief on their faces was palpable. "Thank you, Dr. Thompson," the mother said, tears of gratitude in her eyes.I nodded and left them to their joy, heading down the hallway toward my office. Halfway there, my phone rang. It was Jessica."Hey, Michael," she said, her voice soft and warm. "How was your day?"I couldn't help but smile. "Busy, as always. How are you feeling?""Better," she replied. "Much better. I can't wait for you to come home.""Neither can I," I said, genuinely looking forward to seeing her. "I'll be there soon."We exchanged a few more affectionate words before hanging up. As I reached my office, I entered and sank into the couch, letting out a long sigh. My mind drifted
Michael’s POVI sat in my office, my mind drifting back to memories of Scarlet. Her laughter, her touch—everything about her had always consumed my thoughts. The ring of my phone shattered the silence, and I answered, finding Stanley on the other end.“Sir, everything is set. The press conference is ready to go,” Stanley reported.“Good work, Stanley,” I replied, feeling a grim satisfaction. “It’s time to watch the show.”I hung up and headed out, thinking to myself, “If David is playing dirty, why not use my own simple tricks to get him?”As I arrived at the press conference, the room buzzed with anticipation. Reporters and journalists filled every seat, cameras set up, lenses focused on the podium. The air was charged with curiosity and tension.David stood off to the side, adjusting his tie, his mind clearly racing. The plan had been meticulously set, and the fake evidence was about to be revealed to the world. He knew the risks, but he was determined to see it through.The spokesp
Michael’s POVI entered my apartment, greeted by the familiar scent of Jessica's perfume. She rushed to me, wrapping her arms around my neck, her energy palpable."Michael," she said, her voice laced with excitement, "I missed you."We shared a tender kiss, and I could see the spark in her eyes, though something felt off. Her usual composed demeanor was replaced with an almost frantic energy."What's wrong?" I asked, my brow furrowing in concern.Jessica bit her lip, her eyes darting nervously. "I’m just worried, Michael. What if we get into trouble? What if everything falls apart?"I held her close, not revealing my plans. "We'll be fine," I assured her. "But why did you do what you did to Emma? Framing her was one thing, but tampering with the anesthetics could have put your life at serious risk."Jessica's eyes softened as she looked up at me. "I knew that under your care, I would have been saved on the operating table. And if I suffered, the punishment for Emma would be harsher. B
Emma's POV I woke up in Daniel’s arms, feeling sore from last night’s intimate session. Instead of getting up immediately, I took a moment to admire his beautiful face. His short blonde hair, perfectly shaped thick eyebrows, straight nose, thin yet large lips, and masculine jawline reminded me of Sam Heughan, only more handsome because he’s the father of my daughter. I snuggled into his sleeping body, inhaling his masculine smell, and couldn’t help but touch his abs. I suddenly remembered his previous chubby form back when we started dating. --- Flashback to 10 years ago "Emma, I’m really sorry about my weight," Daniel said, looking down at his feet. I reached out, lifting his chin gently. "Daniel, you’re adorable the way you are. You don’t need to change for me." He sighed, his eyes filled with determination. "I just want to be the best version of myself. For you. I want to be worthy of you." I smiled, cupping his face in my hands. "You’re already worthy, Daniel. But if
Emma's POVI supported the devastated Laura to the cafeteria, her weight leaning heavily against me as we walked. The fluorescent lights of the hospital cast a harsh glow over her tear-streaked face. We found a quiet corner and sat down. I offered her some water, which she took with shaking hands."Laura, tell me what's going on," I urged gently.Laura took a deep breath, her voice trembling. "It's my younger brother, Alex. He's in the ICU because of severe pneumonia. His prognosis isn't promising. He's been intubated and in the ICU for two months, and his condition is deteriorating. I don't know what to do."I squeezed her hand, trying to offer some comfort. "What about your parents? Are they here to support you?"Laura shook her head, a bitter smile on her lips. "They live in Kentucky. They've trusted Alex's care to me. I told them about his current situation, and they said they'd come next week."I frowned, struggling to understand. "Why would your parents burden you with Alex's ca
Daniel's POVI arrived at David's place, my mind still buzzing from Emma's worries. David greeted me at the door, his usual stern expression softened slightly with concern."Come in, Daniel. We have a lot to discuss," David said, leading me to his office. The room was filled with the faint scent of old books and leather, and the walls were lined with shelves overflowing with files and documents.We sat down, and David handed me a glass of whiskey. "You might need this."I took a sip, feeling the warmth spread through me. "What's the latest? Emma's really worried about this investigation Michael's launched."David nodded, his face grave. "Michael's announcement about the internal investigation is a smokescreen. He's trying to cover his tracks. My sources have uncovered that some key pieces of the tampered anesthetic evidence were linked to a different, unrelated case. It suggests a broader conspiracy."I frowned, the implications sinking in. "So Michael's involved in something bigger t
As soon as Emma and Lily walked through the door, Daniel greeted them with a warm smile. “How was your day, girls?” he asked, his voice full of affection.“Fine, Daddy!” Lily chirped, running off to her room.Daniel turned to Emma, his smile fading into concern. “And you, Emma?”Emma sighed, exhaustion evident in her posture. “I went to the hospital to confront Michael. I thought maybe I could get some evidence. But I came back with nothing.”Daniel’s expression darkened, his jaw tightening. “Emma, you can’t approach him alone. He’s dangerous and obsessive about you. I don’t want you putting yourself in harm’s way.”Emma crossed her arms defensively. “We’ve talked about this, Daniel. I’m not going to let him intimidate me.”“You’re not allowed to go near him without me there. It’s not just about you anymore; it’s about our family’s safety.”They quarreled for a few minutes, voices rising in frustration. Then, Daniel suddenly pulled her close and kissed her deeply. “Okay, okay,” he sai
Writing "His Unfinished Love Story" was like talking to a friend for me. It came from a place where I was struggling with family stuff, and I didn't really have anyone to open up to—no best friends or unbiased family members. Counseling wasn't my thing, so I poured it all into this book instead. This story is a mix of real-life vibes and make-believe, exploring all kinds of love—whether it’s the love for a parent, a sibling, a friend, or even the complicated, sometimes obsessive kind. What I've realized is that no type of love is superior; they all just... are. And while love can push us to do crazy things, it's not a free pass to mess up and just expect forgiveness. That kind of forgiveness, the kind that really matters, comes from a higher place. I hope my book helps you sort out your own feelings, find some peace, or maybe even close a chapter that's been open too long. Thanks for diving into this journey with me. Here's to finding your peace, whatever that looks like.
**David’d POV** I stand there, by Scarlet’s resting place, with the familiar weight of white roses in my hands—her favorite. It’s a clear morning, the cemetery dappled with sunlight, peaceful and introspective. As I place the flowers down, I can’t help but feel a blend of solace and sorrow, her diary's words echoing in my mind. “Scarlet,” I start, my voice steady despite the turmoil inside. “I’ve read every page you left behind. It’s like having a part of you still here with me, and I’m grateful for that. You always had a way of making the world a bit brighter, even in writing.” I pause, taking a breath as I look around, feeling her presence. “You know, Emma and Daniel are back together. After everything, they’ve found their way back to each other. You worried about them, I know. But they’re happy, truly. Daniel once told me that without her, he’d be lost... an unfinished love story. Well, they’ve got their happy ending now.” My voice falters as I touch the cold stone, a part o
**Daniel’s POV** This morning, I can barely stifle my laughter as Lily, almost six and full of sass, unleashes a spectacular tantrum over her cereal. She’s just found out we got married without her and took a sneaky honeymoon to Santorini. “You guys are the worst secret keepers ever!” she declares, pouting. I try to explain. “Sweetie, you had school, remember? And honestly, it was just a quick vow exchange—super boring, no big party or anything.” She’s not buying it. “But I could’ve skipped school! You think I wanted to do math instead of going to a beach?” Emma jumps in, grinning. “Trust me, you wouldn’t have enjoyed Santorini. We ended up talking to the police more than we swam!” “Yeah, you should thank us. It was a disaster!” I add, chuckling. Lily's not amused. She crosses her arms. “Next time, I’m coming. No more vacations without me.” Emma and I exchange a look, suppressing our laughter as we nod in surrender. “Deal,” we chorus. I hustle to get Lily ready for scho
**David’s POV**Here in my New York apartment, as the relentless city rain echoes my mood, I find myself repeatedly drawn to the old, worn pages of Scarlet’s diary. This morning, the echoes of last night's indulgence weigh heavy, a migraine pulsing in the background as I numb it with the usual analgesic. But the diary demands attention once again.I flip to the last entry, a letter penned for me, her "Bumblebee," written in a moment of profound solitude and clarity.---**Scarlet’s Letter to me:**My dear Bumblebee,As I write this, sitting in the quiet of my unwanted sanctuary, the light of hope is dim, nearly extinguished. Yet there's a strange peace in knowing you’re out there, free from the burden of me. These long years have granted me too much time for reflection, and a painful truth has emerged: I loved you, David. It was never just brotherly love or friendship; it was a calm, steady love that I mistook for mere companionship while I allowed myself to be consumed by Michael's t
**Daniel’s POV** *At the police car* The first streaks of dawn had barely lit up the horizon when Emma and I, handcuffed in the back of a Greek police car, were driving towards the station. The situation was, admittedly, absurd, and Emma's reaction was equally dramatic. "Why, Daniel? Why is every crazy adventure with you ending up with the police?" Emma half-yelled, half-laughed, her annoyance fighting with amusement. "Oh, come on, love. We could charm our way out. I'll start praising their baklava and yoghurt—say it's all Greek, not Turkish!" I teased, trying to lighten the mood. "That's your plan? Really?" Emma was not amused. “Maybe I could add some sugarcoating to their weird alphabet, too?” I kept teasing. "We've been married less than a week, and you're already pushing for an annulment, huh?" "Technically, it'd be called an annulment, yes," I chuckled, winking at her. She lunged at me, stopped only by the seatbelt, while the police officer in the front warned
**Daniel’s POV** Driving Emma straight to my apartment after the marriage ceremony, I can't help but tease her about the neatly arranged belongings all around. She looks around, her confusion melting into a surprised smile when I explain, "I’ve been planning this day with my lovely in-laws for 2 months now." "Why isn’t Lily here then?" she asks, a hint of worry in her tone. I can barely keep the grin off my face as I lean in, whispering the next surprise. "Because, my love, we’re jetting off for a week abroad for our honeymoon." Emma's eyes widen, a mix of excitement and concern dancing in them. "But I need to take annual leave from the hospital," she counters, her voice tinged with anxiety. I put on a sad face, playing up my disappointment. "How can you not trust me with my meticulously arranged plans?" I complain, only half-joking. Her gasp when I tell her everything's been handled is absolutely worth it. "And where exactly are we going?" she probes, curiosity overtaking
**Emma’s POV***A month later*The thrill of feeling like my old self was palpable as I walked through the familiar scenic route of “the plateau” of my high school. It felt like stepping back into a life I'd put on pause, now ready to play at full volume. My phone buzzed, breaking my reverie. It was Dr. Patel, my old boss, and the last person I expected to call me after the way I'd left things."Emma, I've got a proposition for you," Dr. Patel's voice was as brisk and businesslike as ever. "How would you feel about coming back as an endocrine fellow?""But... after everything?" I asked, my brow furrowing."Let's just say I've made some calls. Your record's clear and, frankly, we need you. Are you up for it?" There was a hopeful note in her voice that warmed me a little."Okay, what do I need to do?" My heart started to race with excitement."There’s the Subspecialty Equivalency Examination next month. Pass that, and I’ll talk to the CMO about getting you a spot," she explained."Coun
**Emma’s POV**The sunlight was already high in the sky by the time I managed to peel my eyes open. The room was silent, save for the distant hum of the city outside. I stretched lazily, enjoying the rare luxury of a slow morning, but the sound of the doorbell sliced through the tranquility. Puzzled, I slid out of bed and shuffled toward the sound, my thoughts still tangled in the threads of sleep.Peeking around the corner, I saw Daniel chatting with my mom in hushed tones, the only word I could hear was “passport.” His back was to me, but I could tell by the way he was gesturing that he was excited about something."What's going on?" I asked, rubbing my eyes as I approached.Daniel turned with a start, a sheepish grin spreading across his face. "Morning, sleepyhead! Just sorting out some paperwork with your mom. Nothing to worry about," he winked, a twinkle in his eye.My mom, ever the conspirator, gave me a knowing look but kept her lips sealed. "Why don't you get ready, dear? Dani
**Emma’s POV**As the wheels of the plane touch down in Istanbul, a wave of nostalgia and relief washes over me. The familiar scent of the sea mingled with the bustling city life fills my lungs, grounding me. "I'm home," I whisper to myself, my heart swelling with a peace I haven't felt in months.The airport is bustling as always, but my focus narrows to the figures of my parents in the distance. As we make our way through the crowd, I spot Lily breaking free from my mother's embrace and sprinting towards me with open arms. "Mommy!" her voice echoes over the chatter, a sweet sound I've missed dearly.I drop to my knees just in time to catch her in a tight hug, lifting her into the air as she giggles. "I missed you so much, little bug," I murmur into her hair."Missed you more," she replies, squeezing me tighter. My parents join us, their faces lined with relief and joy. "Welcome home, Emma," my dad says, his voice thick with emotion as he pulls me into a hug."Did you bring me anyth