Allison’s face turned pale as both David and Emma stared at her. She opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out. She knew if she didn't do something now, David was likely to believe Emma and find out the entire truth. Right at that moment, Isabel walked in, carrying a neatly arranged basket of food. The moment she entered, the heavy tension in the room shifted slightly. Her sharp gaze swept over the scene, immediately sensing the unease that lingered between David and Allison. Raising an eyebrow, she set the basket down. “What is going on here?” she asked in a no-nonsense tone. Though she was addressing all of them, her eyes lingered on Allison, as if silently asking her what the problem was. When she noticed the tense and nervous look on Allison's face, Isabel didn't hesitate to stand in front of her daughter in a protective stance as she glanced at Emma and David. When Allison saw her mother's protective stance, her confidence returned knowing she wasn't alone. She li
Emma lay in bed, sipping her coffee as she scrolled through her work email. Just as she was about to reply to an urgent message, a knock on the door pulled her attention away. Before she could respond, the door swung open, and Claire, dressed in her cute pajamas, walked in, her face lighting up with a bright smile. Without hesitation, she rushed toward Emma and wrapped her little arms around her waist. “Good morning, Mommy!” Claire greeted sweetly, her voice bright and full of energy.Emma smiled, setting her coffee aside as she returned the hug. “Good morning, sweetheart. Did you sleep well?” Claire nodded eagerly. “Yes! And I have a surprise for you!” Emma raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “A surprise? What kind of surprise?” Instead of answering, Claire clapped her hands twice. The door creaked open again, and to Emma’s astonishment, Christian stepped in, dressed like a professional chef, complete with a white hat and apron. He pushed a trolley loaded with covered dishes, his
When the call came a second time, Emma knew something was wrong. It wasn’t work—she’d taken leave, and it wasn’t family because she’d distanced herself from them. That left only one person: Sophie, her best friend, despite today being Emma’s “no disturbance” day. “Sophie?” Emma answered, confused. “Emma, the airport? Seriously?” Sophie teased, laughing. “What are you talking about?” “I’m behind you... wait, you’re not here?” Sophie’s tone immediately shifted. “No, I’m at home.” “Then who’s with David?” Emma’s heart skipped. “What?” “Never mind, it’s your anniversary—” “No, Sophie. Tell me now. Is David there? Who’s he with?” After a pause, Sophie sighed. “Let me send you a picture.” Emma opened the photo. Her breath hitched. It was David, her husband, standing with another woman, her back to the camera, hugging him intimately. The phone rang again. Sophie’s voice was panicked. “Emma, are you okay? I’m so sorry—” “You’ve done nothing,” Emma replied coldly. “
Emma woke with a start, the soft scent of flowers drifting into her consciousness before her eyes even opened. As she blinked, the first thing she noticed was the large bouquet of white roses sitting beside her bed. Immediately she saw them, a soft sigh escaped her lips. “White roses again,” she thought, her brow furrowing. “Why does he always get white roses?”She had always preferred red roses—deep, passionate, full of life. Red roses reminded her of love, of fire, of everything she had hoped for in her marriage. Yet, time and again, David would always choose to get her the white ones.But then her gaze fell to the card nestled among the blooms. ‘Pure flowers for pure angels, happy second anniversary.’Her heart skipped a beat. It wasn’t the flowers themselves that had touched her, but the words. The tenderness of the message, the love that shone through, made her chest tighten with warmth. The depression that had weighed on her since yesterday’s events vanished in an instant. H
After David left, Emma felt a sudden strange emptiness in the house. She tried to distract herself by doing something simple—anything to keep her mind from wandering. She began tidying up, folding David’s shirts and placing them neatly in the laundry basket. The simple task gave her something to focus on, but as she picked up a particularly crumpled shirt, something in the air caught her attention.A faint scent lingered in the room, one that wasn’t hers. It was floral, sweet, and unmistakably feminine. ‘Perfume,’ she thought, her pulse quickening. Her mind raced as she turned the shirt over in her hands, inhaling deeply. It wasn’t her perfume; in fact, it didn’t even resemble anything she wore. She froze. What was this? The smell felt foreign, out of place. Her heart hammered in her chest, and an uncomfortable tension settled in her stomach. The perfume was subtle, almost as if it had been transferred to the fabric by accident, but the thought that it was someone else's scent—some
"Hey, I know this feels crazy, but we’re doing the right thing. You deserve answers," Sophie said, trying to sound reassuring.Emma nodded, but the knot in her stomach only tightened. She took deep breaths, muttering and convincing herself that she indeed was doing the right thing and deserved answers.Sophie parked outside the hotel, her unease growing as she glanced at Emma, who was pale and silent. Inside the lobby, the buzz of activity only made Emma feel more overwhelmed. “Now what?” Emma murmured, her voice barely audible. “We don’t even know his room number.” Sophie shot her a reassuring look. “Leave it to me.” Marching up to the lobby manager, Sophie greeted him with her usual charm. “Hi! It’s Emma’s anniversary today, and she’s here to surprise her husband, David. Could you help us find his room?” “Ms. Evans! Mrs. Lawson! It’s an honor to see you both again," the manager greeted them with a warm smile. When he heard Sophie's request, he hesitated, his polite smile fa
The moment Emma saw the woman standing in the doorway, her world seemed to shatter. Her legs turned to jelly, and she nearly collapsed to the ground in shock. She couldn’t tear her eyes away from the woman's face — a face she knew all too well. It was the face that haunted her dreams, the face of the woman who had once been the love of David’s life. A breathless, broken whisper escaped Emma’s lips as she called out, “Sister.”Sophie, sensing the growing tension in the room, gave Emma a subtle glance before quietly excusing herself. "Uh, I think I’ll just... give you two some space. Catch you later, Emma," she said, slipping out of the room without another word, leaving Emma standing frozen at the doorway.The air in the room grew thick with awkwardness as Emma and her sister, Allison, stood facing each other. For a moment, neither spoke, the silence hanging heavily between them. Then, finally, Allison took a small step forward, her smile gentle as she opened her arms."Emma," she sa
The car rolled through the quiet streets, the hum of the engine the only sound filling the space between them. Emma stared out of the window, her eyes distant, lost in thoughts she couldn't share. David, sitting beside her, felt the heavy silence pressing against him. He couldn’t ignore it any longer. The tension in the air was thick, suffocating, and he couldn’t stand it. But when he glanced at her, he froze. Her face was pale, and there was a flicker of hurt in her teary eyes. He couldn’t tell if it was from the argument earlier or something else entirely, but the sight of her tears made his chest tighten.David’s heart raced, a feeling he was not used to. As CEO, he was accustomed to facing high-pressure situations without the slightest hesitation. His composure never wavered, yet in this moment, all of his usual confidence crumbled. He could feel panic bubbling up, and before he could stop himself, he slammed his foot on the brake and pulled the car to the side of the road.“Emm
Emma lay in bed, sipping her coffee as she scrolled through her work email. Just as she was about to reply to an urgent message, a knock on the door pulled her attention away. Before she could respond, the door swung open, and Claire, dressed in her cute pajamas, walked in, her face lighting up with a bright smile. Without hesitation, she rushed toward Emma and wrapped her little arms around her waist. “Good morning, Mommy!” Claire greeted sweetly, her voice bright and full of energy.Emma smiled, setting her coffee aside as she returned the hug. “Good morning, sweetheart. Did you sleep well?” Claire nodded eagerly. “Yes! And I have a surprise for you!” Emma raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “A surprise? What kind of surprise?” Instead of answering, Claire clapped her hands twice. The door creaked open again, and to Emma’s astonishment, Christian stepped in, dressed like a professional chef, complete with a white hat and apron. He pushed a trolley loaded with covered dishes, his
Allison’s face turned pale as both David and Emma stared at her. She opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out. She knew if she didn't do something now, David was likely to believe Emma and find out the entire truth. Right at that moment, Isabel walked in, carrying a neatly arranged basket of food. The moment she entered, the heavy tension in the room shifted slightly. Her sharp gaze swept over the scene, immediately sensing the unease that lingered between David and Allison. Raising an eyebrow, she set the basket down. “What is going on here?” she asked in a no-nonsense tone. Though she was addressing all of them, her eyes lingered on Allison, as if silently asking her what the problem was. When she noticed the tense and nervous look on Allison's face, Isabel didn't hesitate to stand in front of her daughter in a protective stance as she glanced at Emma and David. When Allison saw her mother's protective stance, her confidence returned knowing she wasn't alone. She li
The hospital hallway had grown eerily quiet as the minutes dragged on. The surgery had lasted the entire day, and everyone was drained and exhausted, both physically and emotionally. Mathew and Isabel had arrived a few hours earlier to offer their support. However, as the day stretched into the night, they had no choice but to return home, leaving only David and Allison behind to continue waiting. However, before they left, David, noticing how pale and weary Allison looked, let out a quiet sigh before turning to her. “Allison, you should go home with your parents. You’ve been through enough today,” he said gently. “I’ll stay and wait for any updates on Henry.” But Allison shook her head firmly. “No, David. I can’t leave—not until I know for sure that my son is safe,” she insisted, her voice filled with worry. David had assumed it was only a mother’s deep love for her son that kept her here, but Allison’s reasons were far more complex. She wasn’t just worried about Henry’s wel
Outside the operating room, Allison sat rigidly beside Isabel, her hands clenched together. Anxiety gnawed at her, making every passing second unbearable. Her heart pounded against her ribs, but her expression was unreadable—cold, detached, but beneath it all, restless fear consumed her. She didn’t know what was happening behind those closed doors, but one thing was certain in her mind: if anything happened to Henry, Emma would pay for it. David, who had been standing a few feet away, finally moved to sit beside her. His voice was calm, steady. “Henry is strong, Allison. He’ll make it through this,” he tried to reassure her. Alison nodded, but still stared at the door of the operating room, praying that Henry would be okay, otherwise she would definitely kill Emma! Isabel’s face darkened as she turned to David, her voice sharp with accusation. “I really hope so because I don't understand how you could leave my grandson’s life in the hands of your ex-wife.” She spat out the last t
Allison took a deep breath, forcing a hesitant smile as she looked up at David. “Maybe… maybe you’re right,” she said softly. “I just need a moment to process everything. Can you get me a drink from the cafeteria? I need something to calm my nerves.” David’s tense expression softened slightly. “Of course. What do you want?” “Just water,” she replied quickly. “Thank you.” Without a second thought, David nodded and turned toward the hospital cafeteria. The moment he was out of sight, Allison’s expression hardened. She spun on her heels and hurried down the hallway. She had one goal in mind—find Emma’s office and give her a piece of her mind. And she wasn’t leaving until she made sure Emma stayed out of their lives for good. It didn't take her long to locate Emma and when she got to her office, she didn’t even knock before pushing the door open. Emma barely had time to look up before Allison hissed, “Leave New York. Right now.” Emma arched a brow, unimpressed. “I don’t take
Dr. Allen and David both turned to Allison in complete shock, their eyes wide with disbelief. “What?!” They both exclaimed. Allison’s face hardened as she met their stares, her jaw clenched. She had expected their shock, but it didn’t deter her from the decision she had already made. She squared her shoulders, her jaw tightening as she met David’s gaze with defiance. “I don’t trust her with my son,” she said firmly. “And I'm not about to risk my son's life. So, my answer is no! Emma will not be handling Henry's surgery.” Everywhere was silent. Dr. Allen was utterly confused by the turn out of the event. How could Allison refuse to let Dr. Morgan handle her son's surgery? Did she really know what was at stake here? Did she actually think about the situation at hand before speaking? Emma, who had been standing calmly the entire time, finally spoke. “If my medical expertise isn't needed here, then I’ll take the next available flight back to Geneva.” “No,” David interjected sharp
"Emma is Dr. Morgan." For a brief moment, the air seemed to freeze, and a heavy silence swallowed the room. No one moved. No one dared to breathe. Then, instead of reacting with shock or disbelief, Isabel let out a sharp, mocking laugh—loud and unapologetic, as if David had just told the most ridiculous joke of the century. Allison, on the other hand, pressed her lips together, trying—and failing—to suppress her amusement. A quiet chuckle escaped her, and she quickly turned her head away, as if pretending to clear her throat. But the slight tremble in her shoulders gave her away. Isabel didn’t bother hiding her reaction. She shook her head, laughing openly, her voice dripping with mockery. "Oh, that’s rich!" Isabel sneered, wiping an imaginary tear from the corner of her eye. "Emma? Dr. Morgan? Please, David, be serious!" Allison chuckled, folding her arms. "You seriously expect us to believe that SHE is the famous Dr. Morgan?" Isabel scoffed as she glared at Emma condescen
New York at night carried an air of nostalgia that Emma couldn’t shake off. As the car rolled through the familiar streets, she gazed out the window, watching the twinkling city lights blur past. It had been years since she had last been here, yet the city still felt like a distant memory rather than home. Seated beside her, Claire was brimming with excitement, her little face pressed against the glass. “Mommy, it’s so bright here! Have you lived here before?” she asked curiously. Emma smiled softly, tucking a strand of her daughter's hair behind her ear. “A long time ago,” she murmured. Christian, who sat in the driver’s seat, glanced at Emma through the rearview mirror. “You’ll get used to it again,” he said lightly. “New York has a way of pulling people back.” When they finally arrived at Christian’s apartment, Emma took a moment to admire the sleek yet cozy space. She turned to him with curiosity. “I thought your family mainly stayed in Europe. Why do you have a place here
The hospital room was quiet except for the steady beeping of the heart monitor. Allison sat beside Henry’s hospital bed, her fingers gently wrapped around his small, fragile hand. His skin was cold—too cold. Every shallow breath he took sent a shiver of fear down her spine. She wanted to believe that everything would be okay, that Henry would wake up and smile at her again. But fear clawed at her chest, whispering dark thoughts she couldn't ignore as she watched her weak and pale son lying helpless on the hospital bed. What if he didn’t make it? What if she lost him? And—though she hated herself for even thinking it—but what if losing Henry meant losing everything else? For years, the world had seen her as Mrs. Lawson. Even though David had never married her, she had been the mother of his son, the woman always by his side at events, the one reporters called his partner. That alone had secured her place by his side, made her important, made her somebody. But without Henry, what