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
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