Daniel’s p.o.v.
I sat at my home office desk, the quiet hum of my laptop filling the room. It was my lunch break, and the stillness of the house gave me time to reflect. As a portfolio manager, my work is demanding, but today, my thoughts drifted far from spreadsheets and market trends. I found myself thinking back to Emma, to when we first met. I remembered how I had jokingly commented on her underweight figure, trying to lighten the mood. “Have you been skipping meals?” I had said, trying to mask my concern with humor. Her response was sharp, and it struck a chord in me. I remember feeling uneasy, like I had crossed a line. It was the first hint of something deeper, a worry that I shouldn’t let go of this topic. In the weeks that followed, I started following her on social media. I saw pictures of Hello Kitty dolls she had collected and laughed at her quirky sense of humor. Then there was the one of an old woman in traditional Anatolian attire playing an electronic guitar. I couldn’t help but giggle. It was a glimpse into the charm that made Emma unique, and it drew me closer to her. Despite my insecurities about my own appearance, I found myself falling for her. I was still dealing with the weight of my past, having gained pounds after losing my first love in a tragic accident. I knew I looked different from the boy who had once been complimented for his baby face, but I thought, why not take a chance? I asked her out, not expecting much, but hoping for a spark. When Emma accepted, I arranged a dinner at one of the most luxurious restaurants in the city. I was nervous, worried that she might see me as unworthy. I even questioned if she would be satisfied with my appearance. But when she smiled and took my arm, I felt a rush of joy. We spent the evening talking, and I watched as she ate with a hunger I hadn’t seen in her before. I delighted in filling her plate, finding happiness in her enjoyment. At the end of the night, I gave her my watch as a token of our first date. She hesitated at first, but I insisted. “You know,” I said, trying to sound casual, “I’m sure we’re going to end up together.” I meant it, though I didn’t think she’d take me seriously. That night, I didn’t binge eat. Instead, I lay in bed thinking about her, dreaming of a future where she was a central part of my life. As our relationship developed, I was always careful with Emma. I knew about her past trauma, and I made sure never to rush her. When we finally were intimate, I was gentle, wanting to be sure that she felt safe and loved. Emma’s passion for running marathons was something I admired. Her parents disapproved, concerned about her health, but I ran alongside her. We walked for hours, talking about everything and nothing. I lost the weight I had gained, and we shared countless moments of connection. When she faced injustice at work, I was furious. No one could hurt what was mine. I used my connections to make sure the person responsible was held accountable. It was a way for me to show my love and protect her. I remember when my father was dying. I had always looked up to him, though he and my mother had divorced when I was young. I was raised by my grandparents, and while I loved them, they were too conservative. My father took me away, paid for my education, and sent me to the country’s best schools. But we grew distant after he remarried, as I disapproved of his choice. When he was on his deathbed, I felt lost. Emma was the only light in my life during those dark days. Proposing to her at our favorite restaurant was like a breath of relief, as if it was meant to be. Our honeymoon in the Maldives was the best time of my life. We spent hours in the jacuzzi, talking about our dreams. I wanted to give her everything, and seeing her happy made my heart swell. When we returned and I learned Emma was pregnant, we were both shocked but excited. I felt that we were on the brink of something wonderful, a new chapter in our lives. Lily’s birth was a miracle. She took her beauty from Emma and her blondeness from me. I hoped she would have a bright future, free from the worries that plagued me. I remembered Emma muttering, “I hope her nose won’t look like mine when she grows up.” I never understood why she disliked her nose. To me, it was part of her unique beauty. Now that I think about it, I never said a proper “thank you” to Emma for bringing Lily into the world. It’s one of my regrets, among many. It’s true that I had female friends and flirted with them, but to me, they were harmless. Emma was the only one I truly loved. I am certain of that. But where did I go wrong? I told her I loved her, countless times after we made love. I stayed committed, and I gave her everything she wanted. What more could I have done for a happy marriage? Maybe she was just overreacting to my conversations with other women. Maybe it was just a temporary crisis, something that would pass with time. As I sat there, I couldn’t shake the feeling that I had missed something crucial. I wanted to fix things, to make her understand that my love for her was real. I needed to believe that this was just a rough patch, and that we could find our way back to what we once had.Emma’s p.o.v.:I came back home with a heavy heart, my mind still swirling with the memories of our past. I found Daniel in the living room, staring at his laptop. Taking a deep breath, I decided it was time to confront him. "Daniel, we need to talk," I said, my voice trembling slightly. He looked up, concern etched on his face. "Emma, what's wrong?" "I've been doing a lot of thinking," I began, my hands clasped tightly together. "About us, our relationship, and everything we've been through." He set his laptop aside and stood up, walking towards me. "Emma, I love you. You know that, right? I'm ready to give you everything you ask for. I can transfer the shares I inherited from my father to you. I can put the house under your name. Let's just put this behind us." I shook my head, feeling tears prickling at the corners of my eyes. "It's not about the money or the house, Daniel. Do you really love me, or are you just settling?" His eyes widened in shock. "Emma, you're not a woman
Emma’s p.o.v.: I returned to work, my mind still swirling from the intense conversation with Daniel. I needed a distraction, something to focus on. During a break, I overheard two colleagues excitedly discussing an upcoming medical conference in Santorini, Greece. The conference would focus on hematology, and I realized it could be a perfect opportunity for professional growth and a chance to combine it with our planned trip. The idea sparked a renewed sense of purpose. I decided to submit my case study on cold agglutinin disorder due to CMV infection. If accepted, I could become a speaker at the conference, significantly enhancing my portfolio. I approached the head of the internal medicine department with my plan. "Dr. Patel, I’d like to submit my case study to the hematology conference in Santorini. If it gets accepted, I could present it and represent our hospital," I said, trying to contain my excitement. Dr. Patel looked up from her desk, a thoughtful expression on her fa
Daniel’s pov: I stared at my reflection in the mirror, adjusting my tie for the third time. Emma had been distant lately, and despite my best efforts, I couldn't understand why. Her sudden eagerness to break up felt like a puzzle I couldn't solve. Witnessing my confessions of flirtations on that program was hurtful, I knew that, but was it enough to make her want to leave me? Or had she discovered something more? The conflicts with my uncle over my father's inheritance weighed heavily on my mind. He and my stepmother had been scheming together, threatening to frame my father for corruption. If they succeeded, they could legally seize my shares of the company. The Turkish legal system allowed for such actions under specific conditions, particularly if they could prove my father's involvement in fraudulent activities. That's why I had been so eager to transfer my shares to Emma—not just to prove my love, but to protect what was rightfully mine. But did she know about the lengths I
Emma’s pov: At work, I found an envelope on my desk, addressed to me without a return address. My heart pounded as I opened it. The letter inside was typed, making it impossible to trace its origin. The words sent a chill down my spine: "You don't know the whole truth. Be careful."Anxiety gripped me as I thought of Lily. I immediately called the nanny to check on her well-being. Thankfully, she was fine. My next call was to Daniel, explaining the mysterious letter. He responded neutrally, asking me to stay calm. His indifference only added to my unease.Later, at my Pilates class, I struggled to focus. During a break, Lisa couldn't hold back her concern any longer and asked if the letter had anything to do with my husband. I confided in her about Daniel’s flirtations and the numerous mysterious phone calls. Lisa, having experienced betrayal herself, looked uneasy. She suspected Daniel's fidelity but also shared her wisdom about the hardships of being a single mother and finding a se
Daniel’s POV I stood in my office, gripping the letter Emma had shown me. Its vague threat echoed in my mind. “You don’t know the whole truth. Be careful.” Who could have sent this? My thoughts immediately turned to my uncle, a man capable of such tactics. I dialed his number, pacing the room as I waited for him to pick up. "Daniel, what a surprise," he greeted, his voice dripping with false warmth. "Did you send this?" I cut to the chase, not in the mood for pleasantries. There was a pause. "Send what?" "A letter. To Emma. Warning her about something she doesn’t know," I said, my voice tight with anger. He chuckled softly, a sound that sent chills down my spine. "No, Daniel. That wasn’t me. But it's interesting you thought of me first." "Who else could it be? You've been trying to undermine me for years," I retorted. "True, but I prefer more direct methods," he replied. "Speaking of which, have you reconsidered my offer about the lands’ arrangements?" I clenched my ja
Emma woke up to the sound of her phone buzzing insistently on the bedside table. She glanced at the screen through bleary eyes and saw her best friend, Sarah, calling. With a tired sigh, she swiped to answer and propped herself up on the pillows. "Happy birthday, Em!" Sarah's cheerful voice rang out through the speaker. "How's my birthday girl doing?" Emma forced a smile, though it didn't reach her eyes. "Thanks, Sarah. Just... you know, another year older." Sarah's face fell as she took in Emma's appearance. "Em, you look so thin and pale. Have you relapsed to your college years?" Emma's facade crumbled, and tears welled up in her eyes. She couldn't hold back any longer. "Sarah, I... I can't do this anymore. Can we meet up? I really need to talk." "Of course, Em. Let's meet at our favorite cafe in an hour," Sarah replied, her tone filled with concern. An hour later, Emma found herself sitting across from Sarah in their favorite corner booth. The cafe was bustling with activity,
Daniel sat in his office, the weight of his secrets pressing heavily on his shoulders. His mind was a storm of thoughts, each more troubling than the last. Emma's sudden suggestion of divorce had shaken him to his core, but now there was something even more sinister lurking in the shadows—a stalker, a mysterious letter, and the threat they posed to his family.His phone buzzed, snapping him out of his reverie. It was a message from his private investigator. The name flashed on the screen: Arda Demir.Daniel's heart skipped a beat as he opened the message and read the details. Arda Demir, the son of a man who once held a prominent position in a company Daniel had caused to go bankrupt. The puzzle pieces fell into place, and Daniel realized the depths of the danger he was in. His past misdeeds had come back to haunt him.Years ago, Daniel had orchestrated a series of insider trading deals to manipulate the stock market. He had bought shares of a company in Emma's name without her knowle
Daniel paced nervously in the living room of their spacious apartment, his thoughts a tangled mess as he prepared for the conversation he knew he had to have with Emma. She sat on the couch, her eyes fixed on him, a mix of confusion and anger in her gaze.“Emma,” Daniel began, his voice wavering, “there’s something I need to tell you about my past. I did things… things I’m not proud of.”Emma’s eyes narrowed. “What kind of things, Daniel?”He took a deep breath, trying to steady himself. “Years ago, I was involved in some… financial schemes. I manipulated the stock market to make a huge profit, which resulted in the collapse of a company. Many people lost their jobs, their livelihoods.”Emma’s eyes widened in shock. “Why didn’t you tell me this before?”Daniel looked away, guilt washing over him. “I didn’t want to burden you with my mistakes. I thought I could handle it on my own.”She shook her head, anger clear in her voice. “You should have told me. We should have faced this togeth