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
The courtroom buzzed with tension, the atmosphere thick with anticipation as Emma’s bail hearing began. Emma sat at the defense table, her face a mixture of determination and vulnerability. The audience was filled with key figures: Daniel, his eyes never leaving Emma; David, whose calm demeanor hid a calculating mind; Michael, exuding tension and possessiveness; and Laura, Emma’s colleague, who had provided her refuge during her hard times with Michael, showing her support with a reassuring presence.--During a recess, Daniel approached Emma. The courtroom noise faded as they shared a private moment.“Emma, I need you to know that no matter what happens today, I am here for you. I love you, and I will fight for you. You are not alone in this,” Daniel said, his voice full of sincerity.Emma’s eyes welled up with tears. “Thank you, Daniel. Your support means everything to me.”Daniel took Emma’s hand, squeezing it reassuringly. His gaze was unwavering, filled with love and resolve.Mic
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