Rekindling the Romance

Emma’s pov

The morning sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow over Michael’s luxurious apartment. I woke up alone, the previous night’s events still fresh in my mind. The tension from Michael’s urgent departure to help Jessica lingered, making me feel uneasy. The smell of toast and coffee wafted from the kitchen, drawing me out of bed.

I walked into the kitchen, finding Michael preparing breakfast. His apartment was nothing short of a palace—high ceilings, elegant furniture, and a stunning view of the city skyline. Everything about it screamed luxury and opulence, a stark contrast to my more modest living conditions.

"Morning," I said softly, my voice still heavy with sleep and uncertainty.

"Morning," he replied, looking up from the stove with a strained smile. "Did you sleep well?"

"Not really," I admitted, sitting at the counter. "I couldn’t stop thinking about everything."

He sighed, placing a plate of food in front of me. "Jessica had a bad night. She’s d