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2024-07-14 20:49:34Emma's alarm woke her at 5:30 a.m. as usual, but today, she felt a strange sense of resolve. She dressed quickly, kissed Lily goodbye, and headed to work. The hospital bustled with its usual activity, and Emma threw herself into her rounds, giving instructions to her trainees with renewed energy.
During a rare quiet moment in the staff room, Dr. Patel told a hilarious story about a patient who mistook a stethoscope for a fancy necklace. Emma couldn’t help but laugh along with her colleagues, the sound of their laughter echoing in the room. For a moment, the weight on her shoulders lightened. After work, Emma headed to her Pilates class. Her instructor, Lisa, a stunning 36-year-old divorcee with a 12-year-old son, shared a story about a date with a mixed-race rich man who ditched her upon learning she was a single mom. Emma usually enjoyed these anecdotes, often making witty comments. But today, she just listened, her mind drifting to her own troubles. Lisa noticed Emma's silence but decided not to pry. “You okay, Emma?” Lisa asked gently. Emma forced a smile. “Just tired, I guess.” Back home, Emma walked in to find Daniel bathing Lily, their laughter filling the bathroom. It was a warm scene, one that tugged at her heartstrings. Suddenly, Lily started crying. "Mommy, it hurts!" Lily whimpered, pointing to a bruised area on her foot. Daniel’s face clouded with worry. "Emma, we should take her to the hospital. She was barefoot in the garden this morning—what if something got stuck in there?" Emma knelt to examine Lily’s foot. "It’s just a bruise, Daniel. There's no sign of infection." She had a flashback to a year ago, in Paris. Lily had developed septicemia from gastroenteritis. One chaotic hospital visit ended with Daniel yelling at Emma, "Get out of my life! Why am I in this situation?!" She had dismissed it then, thinking it was stress. Now, comparing his unnecessary worry to his previous indifference, she found it ridiculous. After putting Lily to bed, Daniel approached Emma, seeking intimacy. "How about tonight?" he asked softly. Emma shook her head. "I’m really tired, Daniel." He leaned in and managed to steal a kiss. She didn’t pull away, letting the kiss happen. Daniel took this as a positive sign, his eyes lighting up with hope. Emma pulled back, her eyes searching his. "Why this sudden change, Daniel? One minute you're indifferent, and the next you're overly concerned. Do you think I don't notice?" Daniel frowned, taken aback. "What are you talking about, Emma?" She sighed, trying to keep her voice steady. "A year ago, in Paris, when Lily was sick, you yelled at me in the hospital. You asked me to get out of your life. And now, you're acting like the perfect husband. It's confusing." Daniel's face softened. "Emma, I was scared then. I didn't mean it." "You always do this," Emma continued, her voice rising. "Whenever there's a crisis, you switch back to the perfect boyfriend you were when we were dating. But what about the rest of the time? I feel like you take our relationship for granted." Daniel's eyes widened in hurt. "That's not true. I love you and Lily." "Have you ever thought about having an affair?" Emma asked, her voice trembling. Daniel shook his head vehemently. "No, Emma. Never." "Then why do I feel so insecure?" she whispered, tears welling up. "Why do I feel like I'm losing you?" Daniel reached out to touch her face, but she pulled away. "I need to know that you're committed to us, Daniel. Not just when things are bad, but all the time." Daniel's expression was one of anguish. "I am, Emma. I promise you, I am." Emma turned away, feeling lonelier than ever. The walls of their home, once a sanctuary, now felt like a prison of unspoken doubts and unresolved emotions. She lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, wondering how they would navigate the chasm that had opened between them. She knew she needed answers, but they seemed as elusive as the sleep that continued to evade her.Related chapters
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His Unfinished Love Story Dear Reader
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.
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