The courtroom was silent as the hearing resumed after the recess. The atmosphere was even more tense than before, the air thick with anticipation and dread. Emma sat at the defense table, her expression a mixture of hope and anxiety. Daniel, David, and Laura were seated behind her, while Michael stood in the corner, his eyes darting nervously.David stood up again, holding a stack of documents. “Your Honor, I would like to present a detailed report and supporting documents that establish a connection between the stolen anesthetic drug and the two crimes involving Emma and Scarlet.”The judge nodded, allowing David to proceed. David walked to the front, holding up a document. “The drug in question is Fentanyl, a powerful analgesic known for its addictive properties. In high doses, it can be lethal. Our investigation reveals that a specific batch of this drug was stolen from the hospital where both Emma and Scarlet spent time.”The forensic expert took the stand again. “This batch of F
Michael rushed through the sterile hallways of the hospital, his mind racing. The cryptic message he received still haunted him. He needed to secure his position and ensure Jessica’s safety. Reaching the private room where Jessica’s mother, Mrs. Hampton, was waiting, he took a deep breath and entered, closing the door behind him. Mrs. Hampton looked up, her eyes filled with a mixture of fear and suspicion. "Michael, what happened at the hearing?" she demanded, her voice trembling slightly. "What were those new revelations about the connection between Emma and Scarlet’s cases?" Michael’s face was a mask of calm, but inside, he was seething. "They’ve linked the two cases through a stolen anesthetic drug. It’s a complicated web, but I’ll protect Jessica, no matter what." Mrs. Hampton’s eyes narrowed. "You better. I’m scared for her, Michael. If the investigation digs too deep…" Michael leaned in, lowering his voice. "Don’t you hate her, knowing her darkest secrets?" Mrs. Hampton’s f
Daniel’s POVAfter the hearing, Emma and I were on cloud nine. The relief was palpable, and as we headed back to her old apartment, I suggested that I move in and end my rental agreement. Emma happily agreed, but I could see a shadow pass over her face."What's on your mind?" I asked, pulling her into a gentle hug.She sighed, leaning into me. "I'm just upset that I can't go back to work despite being granted bail."I tried to cheer her up. "Hey, soon Lily will be back from school. Let's focus on that for now."Emma's mood visibly lifted, and soon enough, the school bus pulled up, and Lily came running towards us. The look of sheer surprise and joy on her face was priceless as she jumped into Emma's arms."Mama! You're home!" Lily squealed, her arms wrapped tightly around Emma's neck.Emma's eyes filled with tears of happiness as she kissed Lily's cheek. "I missed you so much, my darling."We spent the afternoon playing, helping Lily with her homework, and enjoying dinner together. Th
Daniel’s POVDavid greeted me with a knowing look: “Let’s sit down, Daniel.”At David’s office, we reviewed all the evidence and brainstormed potential leads. We knew that to exonerate Emma, we had to expose the real culprit and link the two crimes conclusively.David leaned back in his chair, deep in thought. “We need to find a way to make Michael slip up. He’s hiding something, and we need to draw it out.”I nodded. “But how? He’s always so cautious.”David tapped his fingers on the desk. “Michael is driven by his emotions. If we can provoke him, he might make a mistake.”A plan began to form in my mind. “What if we find a way to make him believe he’s about to be exposed? That could push him into revealing something useful.”David raised an eyebrow. “Go on.”“We know Michael has a strong connection to Jessica and is deeply involved in covering for her. What if we leak information that suggests we’re close to uncovering the truth about Scarlet’s death and the tampered anesthetic? We
David sat alone in his dimly lit apartment, nursing a glass of whiskey. It had been a month since the confrontation with Michael, and the silence from his end was more unsettling than any threat. As he stared at the amber liquid, memories of Scarlet flooded his mind. Her voice echoed in his ears: “Thank you, David. Thank you for making me live the best day of my life. You will always be the Prince Charming of my own fairytale.” He whispered to himself, “Stupid girl… why did I let you go?” In an attempt to drown his sorrows, David drank until his vision blurred. The silence was suffocating, the waiting unbearable. Suddenly, a frantic knock on his door jolted him from his thoughts. He stumbled to open it, revealing Ethan, Scarlet’s brother, looking devastated. “David, I came to tell you... they're dropping Scarlet’s case,” Ethan said, his voice breaking. “They found a suicide note at the scene. They’re claiming she wrote it, but I know it’s a lie.” David’s heart sank. “A suicide note
David's POVI woke up, my head pounding from the alcohol I had consumed the night before. Ethan had already left, leaving me to my thoughts. As I drifted back to sleep, memories of Scarlet flooded my mind, taking me back to the last time we were together.It was six years ago in Zurich. I had chosen to go abroad under the guise of career improvement, but the real reason was to escape my heartbreak. Scarlet was with Michael, and I couldn't bear it. I was in Zurich as part of an FBI exchange program, aiming to learn advanced investigative techniques and enhance international collaboration. Despite the professional facade, my heart was in turmoil.During my free time, I would walk by the Limmat, admiring the beautiful swans and the happy youth. One day, I saw a beautiful ginger woman in a wheelchair, her head bowed and tears streaming down her face. I couldn't believe my eyes at first, but it was Scarlet, my first love."Scarlet? What are you doing here?" I asked, approaching her.She wi
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
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