That afternoon, Emily was curled up on the couch, idly scrolling through her phone when a notification popped up—a new follower on her design page.The username was unfamiliar-hermobius. The profile had no bio. Just one post.Curious, she clicked.It was a close-up photo of two hands—hers and Adrian’s—from the night they exchanged rings. The lighting was soft, the rings catching the faint shimmer of fireworks in the background. Whoever had taken the shot had captured the moment perfectly.Emily’s heart skipped.She took a screenshot and sent it to Adrian.Emily: You made a social media account?A moment later, his reply came through.Adrian: Mm. Felt like I should post something that matters.Then another message followed—a selfie. His hand raised, showcasing the wedding band on his finger.Adrian: A symbol that belongs to you.Emily stared at the photo, then noticed something. The background wasn’t his office.Emily: Wait… you're not at work?Adrian: Nope. I’m doing a person
If she really came on the20th… Then that message,sent on the18th… It wasn’t from her. Adrian’s eyes darkened as he stared at the words again,something cold pressing behind his ribs. Back then,he had believed it.Every word. After that message five years ago—May18th—he hadn’t come back.Not really. He'd finished the business trip,extended it twice,then shifted to another project overseas.There had always been a reason.A client to meet.A team to oversee.A contract to renegotiate. But deep down…he knew. He’d stayed away because he thought she had chosen someone else. And if that was true—if she was happy—he hadn’t wanted to interfere.Not even with a reply. He hadn’t questioned it. He’d just…disappeared. Five years.No contact.No messages.No attempts to cross back into her world.
With that, he helped her toward the hospital entrance, following the path Emily had taken. They kept their distance—but Mike’s eyes never left her. By the time Emily reached the third floor and paused outside Miss Hart’s room, Mike and Vivian were just rounding the corner behind her. He didn’t call out again. By the time Mike and Vivian finally made it to the hospital floor, Emily was already inside Miss Evelyn Hart’s room, chatting softly with the older woman. Vivian, still limping slightly, had slowed them down with every step, and now they stood just outside the door, unseen, listening. Inside, Miss Hart smiled warmly.“So tell me, Emily, how have you been, dear? Have you settled down? Found someone?” Emily’s voice was light.“Actually…I’m married now. I’ll bring him next time so you can meet him.” Mike’s jaw clenched. Before he could stop himself, he pushed the door open and stepped inside. “You’re lying,”he snapped. The sudden voice startled Miss Hart. She loo
Mike couldn’t let it go. The moment Emily walked away from him—cool, final, untouchable—something snapped. He needed to know. Needed answers. “Emily, wait—please!”Mike chased after her, breath ragged, voice cracking as he called her name in the parking lot. “I only kept seeing Vivian to make you jealous! I just wanted you to love me like you used to—like when we were kids and you’d get mad every time someone else looked at me. I needed that. I needed to feel that again.” Emily didn’t even glance back. Her steps were quick, sharp, purposeful. “I’ll fix this!”he shouted.“Let’s get a new ring—right now. We can go submit the marriage application. I’m serious, Emily! I’ll do it today!” The car door slammed shut. And then she was gone. Mike stood frozen, watching her unfamiliar car disappear down the ramp. It wasn’t the car he remembered. Nothing about her was the same anymore. He stumbled back, pressing his shoulder against the cold concrete wall, then slid down until
That evening, Emily curled up beside Adrian on the couch, her head resting against his shoulder as the soft glow of the screen lit up the living room. They were watching the freshly edited footage from the night she’d surprised him—the velvet box, the exchanged rings, the fireworks blooming above their heads. The photographer had done a beautiful job. Every frame looked like a dream, but it was the unspoken expressions between them—the quiet awe, the tenderness—that made Emily’s chest ache just a little. She reached for Adrian’s hand without thinking, interlacing their fingers. “By the way,”she said quietly, her voice a soft thread in the calm.“I went to the hospital today to visit Miss Hart—my old high school teacher.” Adrian turned slightly toward her.“How is she doing?” “She’s stable now. But…I ran into Mike. And Vivian.” Adrian’s hand tensed almost imperceptibly in hers. Emily felt it. She gave a small, reassuring squeeze. “I told him I’m married,”she continued.“
Emily’s voice stayed calm, but her grip on the phone tightened just slightly. “Yes, we did break up,”she said.“But that was because Mike cheated on me. With Vivian.” There was silence on the other end. “And as for A Design—I left because I no longer agreed with the direction of their investments. I believe they’re heading somewhere dangerous, and it doesn’t align with what I value. So yes, I sold my shares.” She paused, then added evenly,“And it wasn’t‘some man.’I got married.” More silence. Then, quieter, firmer: “Also, it’s been two and a half years since either of you contacted me. Not a call, not a message. You’ve never once asked how I was doing. So no—I didn’t think I owed you a heads-up.” She glanced at the clock. “It’s ten o’clock,”she said, voice soft but final.“We’re going to bed now. Goodnight.” Adrian said nothing at first. He simply reached over and placed his hand gently on the small of her back, his thumb moving in slow, soothing circles. The t
The car was quiet as it moved through the late-morning traffic, sunlight glinting off the glass as Emily and Adrian sat side by side in the back seat. She had finally made up her mind—Adrian would meet her parents today. Neither of them spoke much, but her fingers were curled loosely around his, resting on the seat between them. The tension in her shoulders hadn’t gone unnoticed. “You sure?”Adrian asked gently. Emily nodded.“As sure as I’ll ever be.” He squeezed her hand once, and she gave him a soft, grateful smile. Their driver took a turn onto the lakeside road, the city slowly giving way to the quieter outskirts where her parents lived. — At that exact moment, across the city— Mike sat at his desk, scrolling absently through the latest business news when a headline caught his eye. “Private But Powerful:E International’s Adrian Blackwood Breaks His Silence in Exclusive Feature.”
Mike’s fingers flew across the keyboard, searching every public profile, every business article, every whisper of Adrian Blackwood in the last few years. The deeper he looked, the more pieces fell into place. The more they burned. And then he saw it. A headline from a few weeks ago that had made its rounds in private circles: “E International CEO in Passionate Late-Night Kiss—Newlyweds Caught in Car Park Romance.” He’d seen it before. At the time, he hadn’t cared to look closely—just another tabloid moment, he’d told himself. Just another fabricated headline trying to stir gossip around a man like Adrian Blackwood. But now… Now he clicked in again. The photo loaded slowly. Dim garage lighting. A sleek car in the background. The CEO, Adrian, in a perfectly tailored suit—his hand cradling a woman’s face, kissing her with a hunger that made the moment look painfully private. Mike zoomed in. The shadows didn’t help. The woman’s face was partially obscured, half-turne
Emily blinked, then laughed softly.“I was going to wait until everything was ready to reach out. But yes, I am. And if any of you want in, I’d love to have you.” Word spread like a spark on dry kindling. Members from A group, B group—familiar faces with eager eyes—turned toward her, nodding, asking if it was true. Emily nodded.“It’s not fancy yet. We’re still laying the foundation. But if you’re willing to take a leap with me…” “You don’t even have to ask,”Lily said.“We’re in.” Emily smiled. It didn’t matter what she had left behind anymore. Because what she was building—was hers. - After wrapping things up at A Design, Emily headed out and got into her car. Emily had only been driving for about five minutes when it happened. A screech of tires. The sudden slam of metal against metal. A car veered sharply into hers, clipping the side mirror and jolting her vehicle with a force that sent her heart lurching into her throat. She froze. The world spun for a sec
Adrian didn’t speak right away. But when he did,his voice was colder than steel. “I see.” Someone near the table let out a shaky breath.Another man looked like he was considering crawling under the table. He had expected this. The moment someone—somewhere—would try to drag Emily’s name through the mud. Adrian voice still quiet—but with a sharpness that sliced through the air like a scalpel.“Let me make this clear.” Lila stayed silent.The others barely breathed. “It was me who pursued Emily.Me who asked her to marry me.She said yes.” A pause. “If anyone in that room still has questions about my wife,”Adrian continued,each word deliberate,“they’re welcome to bring them to my office at E International.Tomorrow.In person.” There was a click. Call ended. Lila set the phone down on the table—slow,deliberate.Like she was laying down a weapon. The room was dead silent. No one moved.No one spoke. Someone—somewhere—exhaled the breath they hadn’t realized they w
More murmurs. Another woman nearby raised a brow.“Yeah, sounds like she knew exactly what she wanted.” Just then— The door slammed open. Conversation halted mid-sentence. Glasses stilled. Heads turned. Lila stood in the doorway, framed by the dim glow of the hallway behind her. She was all sharp lines and darker edges—long black leather dress hugging her frame, stilettos clicking like a warning shot against the polished wood floor. And her face— That unmistakable bone structure, those piercing eyes, the cool poise in her expression. There was no mistaking it. Adrian Blackwood’s sister. Her gaze swept the room, cutting through the murmurs and glances like a scalpel. It didn’t search. It landed—straight on Vivian. Lila arched a brow, the corners of her mouth lifting in something that wasn’t quite a smile. “Sorry to interrupt,”she said, voice smooth as silk but cold as steel.“But it sounded like someone was name-dropping my family.” The room went still. Chairs
“I saw them today and thought of you,”she said.“They just dropped this morning. Limited edition.” Adrian pulled one out, inspecting it.“You really have a thing for giving me these.” She shrugged, lips tugging into a soft smile.“You look good in them.” He set the box down and pulled her closer by the waist.“Then I guess you’re officially responsible for putting them on me from now on.” Her smile widened. “Deal.” Emily laughed softly.“Then let me practice. I’ve never actually put cufflinks on anyone before.” Adrian arched a brow, amused.“What an honor,”he murmured, and casually popped open the ones he was wearing.“Go on. Use these.” She took the new set from the box, fingers careful as she slid them through the cuffs. Her brows furrowed slightly in concentration—Adrian didn’t take his eyes off her. Then his phone buzzed. he answered with one hand. “Hey,”he said, voice warm but casual. The voice on the other end was easy, familiar—his longtime friend, Nate. “M
Emily let out a soft hum, eyes still closed.“I should be asking you that. Your office might need hazard pay.” Adrian chuckled quietly, the sound low and warm in his chest.“I’ll take the damage. Worth it.” They stayed like that for another long minute. No rush. No obligations. Just a quiet moment suspended in their own world. Then finally, Emily shifted slightly, resting her chin on his shoulder and glancing down at the floor where a few papers had fallen. “You think your team heard anything?” Adrian smirked.“Not unless they’ve got microphones in the carpet.” She rolled her eyes, swatting his chest lightly before going still again. Her phone buzzed. She glanced at the screen—Lila(Video Call)—then looked at Adrian. He gave a slight nod, lips curving. She answered. “Lila!”Emily smiled, tilting the camera so her friend could see her clearly. “I’m back!”she beamed.“Finally. My professor dragged me across five countries, three labs, and one very haunted guest hou
She shifted slightly, her knees pressing into the cushions on either side of his hips, dress hiked just high enough for her to feel the warmth of him beneath the fabric. Every brush of her thighs, every subtle movement of his hands on her back, created a rhythm that felt deeper than anything physical. Her breath stuttered as her hips moved—tentative at first, testing the pressure, the closeness, the friction that bloomed between them even through layers of clothes. Emily sinking her teeth into his lower lip, just shy of pain, and felt the shudder that rolled through him. His hands abandoned their teasing path to grip her waist instead, hauling her flush against him until the hard line of his arousal pressed unmistakably between her thighs. The noise she made was swallowed by his kiss, deeper now, hungrier. His tongue swept against hers in a rhythm that had her arching into him, her fingers fumbling with the buttons of his shirt. She needed him bare—needed to feel his skin un
Emily blinked again. It wasn’t until she stepped into the elevator that Emily realized just how far ahead Adrian had thought. As the doors began to close, she glanced back toward the design department’s lounge. On the long communal table, rows of pastries and coffee cups were laid out neatly—perfectly arranged, clearly just delivered. The packaging was from one of the trendiest bakeries in the city, the kind with lines out the door and a waitlist for catering. By the time she reached the 16th floor, Emily had already tucked away a dozen thanks she wanted to give him. She knocked once at his office door. “Come in,”came Adrian’s voice—cool, clipped, and all business. It threw her off for a second. It wasn’t the tone he usually used with her. She pushed the door open. He was at his desk, a tablet in hand, sleeves rolled up just enough to show his watch. The skyline glowed faintly behind him. But t
Mike’s head turned just slightly, like the question had cracked something open. Vivian smiled faintly to herself. Let him unravel. Because if Emily was truly gone—if she had thrown Mike away for good—then eventually, he would need someone to lean on. Someone who didn’t leave. And her family’s company? It could be exactly what Mike’s needed next. Strategic. Beneficial. Mutual. She folded her hands sweetly in her lap, playing the part of the patient one. The loyal one. Mike sat in stunned silence, the buzz of alcohol starting to fade as Vivian’s words blurred into background noise. Then, without looking at her, he said quietly—firmly— “Vivian. Let’s not see each other anymore.” She blinked.“What…what do you mean?” “I’m going to explain everything to her. She’ll forgive me.” Vivian froze, her voice sharp.“Explain what?” Mike’s eyes stayed on the table.“If I keep seeing you, E
Mike sat on the cold bench in the police station, jaw tight, wrists red from the cuffs they’d only just removed. He hadn’t spoken since they brought him in. Mike could hardly breathe. He used to be the one she waited for. Used to be the one she laughed with, called late at night, told everything to. And now… Now she looked at another man like that. His chest burned. His throat felt tight. But even then—he told himself, if she came back… If she just showed up and said she made a mistake… He’d take her back. He’d forgive all of it. Adrian. The wedding ring. The silence. The lies. He’d erase everything just to have her again. The heavy door creaked open behind him. Lucas stepped inside, his usual confidence nowhere to be found. He held a file in one hand, keys in the other, his expression caught between frustration and pi