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. “I’ll call you back.” She cut the call before she could say another word and stared long. Her eyes moved from the decorated dining room to the well-adorned sitting room and the gifts on the table. Today was meant to be about the both of them and them alone and out there was David, hugging another woman. Emma grabbed a bottle from the fridge and poured herself a glass. “Cheers to our second year together.” She chuckled sarcastically and gulped down the glass. Then another followed, and another, and another… The moments flew past quickly and she was grateful she could notice none of it. At least, until David came in. Emma was in the sitting room, her eyes still heavy from the drinking when she set her eyes on David—his hazy eyes and chiseled, masculine face. His tie was a little loose, and his shirt unbuttoned at the collar, but it couldn't still hide his handsomeness. She laughed weakly as she saw the surprise on his face. His eyes widened as he took in the sight of the dining room—candles flickering, the table beautifully set, a bottle of wine waiting to be poured. “Emma…” he started, guilt creeping into his voice. “You forgot,” she said quietly, her voice steady but laced with pain. David looked at the table, at the effort she had put into this night, and then at Emma. He seemed to falter for a moment, his lips pressing together in a tight line. “I didn’t… I didn’t realize what day it was,” he admitted reluctantly. “I’ve been busy with work…” He knew it sounded like a weak excuse, and she probably thought he was lying. Even he was sure it sounded hollow, but it was the truth. Emma’s heart sank even further. She hadn’t thought he would forget their anniversary. After everything they had been through, it hurt more than she had imagined. She took another sip of wine, this time quicker, more desperate. The alcohol didn’t dull the sting—it only made the dizziness in her head worse. She stumbled slightly, her hands shaking as she placed the glass back on the table. David stepped forward, his eyes filled with concern. “Emma, I… I’m sorry. I really am. But it’s not what you think.” “What’s not?” Emma asked, her words slurring slightly. She was beyond caring now, the anger bubbling up uncontrollably. “Who was that woman at the airport?” David's eyes widened in surprise, clearly not expecting the question. “What are you talking about?” “Don’t lie. I saw the picture. You were hugging someone. Don’t try to tell me it wasn’t what it looked like.” His face hardened, and he sighed, clearly trying to figure out how to explain without escalating things further. “It was an important client. She just got back from abroad, and I was helping her with some paperwork. That’s all.” Her eyes were narrowed, her face flushed. She could hardly keep her emotions in check. “An important client, huh?” she muttered bitterly, leaning against the table. “You didn’t even bring me a gift, David. But you managed to help her?” David’s jaw clenched. “I’ll make it up to you tomorrow. I promise. I have a surprise for you.” Emma scoffed. “A surprise? After everything, now you want to give me a surprise?” She was too far gone, the alcohol fueling her emotions in ways she couldn’t control. He stepped closer, his face softening. “Let’s get you cleaned up, alright? We can talk tomorrow when you’re sober. I promise things will get better.” He gently took her arm, guiding her toward the bathroom. But she wasn’t in the mood for his gentle gestures. As he started the shower, she stepped away from him, shaking her head. “I don’t want your pity, David.” The words slipped from her lips before she could stop them. She wasn’t sure where this anger was coming from, but she was too far gone to care. He stood still for a moment, his expression torn between annoyance and something else—regret, maybe. Then, without warning, he reached for her. “You’re drunk, Emma. You don’t know what you’re saying.” She scoffed again, her eyes filled with defiance as she began to splash water at him. “I’m not drunk enough to know you’ve been lying to me all night.” His patience wore thin. He gritted his teeth, then in one swift motion, pulled her into the shower with him. “Let’s get you cleaned up,” he muttered, though it was clear that this wasn’t about making things right anymore. As the warm water washed over them both, Emma tried to pull away, but David held her firmly. Her body, still unsteady from the alcohol, couldn’t help but respond to his touch. The tension between them shifted, and before she could think, their lips collided in a fierce kiss. It was urgent, messy, and full of all the frustrations they both couldn’t express in words. Emma could feel his grasp on her breasts and thighs. She moaned desperately, everything happening so fast, fulfilling her desires, though she was too drunk to comprehend it all. For a moment, she forgot about the airport, about the woman, about everything. It was just them, tangled in the mess of their emotions and the passionate release of everything that had built up over the evening. If only it would remain that way…..if only.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
David and Emma arrived at the manor where Allison was holding her welcome party. The long hallway led them to the grand banquet hall, where the sounds of chatter and laughter filled the air. Guests were clustered in small groups, conversing animatedly as waiters in crisp uniforms walked silently by, offering drinks. The atmosphere was warm, lively, but for Emma, it felt stifling. She scanned the crowd, quickly realizing that the majority of the guests were Allison’s friends, the same people who had always made Emma feel like an outsider.A group of young women, standing at a table near the center, exchanged sharp glances as they noticed Emma entering. Their eyes flickered with disdain, and they made their way toward her. Emma recognized them immediately; Allison’s besties. She sighed inwardly, wondering, for the hundredth time, why her sister’s girlfriends had always been so hostile toward her. One of them, Michelle, raised an eyebrow and offered a faint smile that never quite rea
When Emma stepped through the door of their home, the weight of the evening’s events bore down on her, pushing her to the edge. The laughter, the whispers, and her sister’s perfect life all seemed to mock her. The necklace, her sister’s words, and the knowing smiles of the guests lingered in her mind like an unbearable weight. She couldn’t take it any longer. The anger and confusion surged inside her, and without a second thought, she turned to face David.“David, what else are you hiding from me?” she demanded, her voice trembling with frustration. “How many more lies have you told me? What else have you been keeping from me?” David, caught off guard by the intensity in her voice, stood frozen for a moment. His gentle wife, usually calm and composed, was sounding so bitter and angry, and it struck him harder than he’d expected. He knew the party had hurt her deeply, but he hadn’t anticipated her confronting him so directly. “Emma, please,” he began, stepping closer, his voice soft
The soft glow of the chandelier illuminated the dining room of David's grandfather's mansion, casting a warm, golden light over the elegant table set for an intimate family dinner.David and Emma had arrived not long ago, greeted with open arms by grandpa, an imposing yet kind-hearted man who had always held Emma in high regard. "Emma, my dear," grandpa said with a wide smile, rising from his chair as they entered. His eyes lit up with genuine affection as he approached her. "It's been far too long since you’ve graced this house with your presence." Emma returned his smile, her thin frame and weary eyes betraying the burdens she had been carrying lately. But she masked her emotions, unwilling to trouble the old man with her worries. “I've missed you, Grandpa,” she said softly and hugged him warmly.Noticing her pale face up close, Grandpa immediately clapped his hands to summon a servant. "Prepare Emma’s favorite dessert immediately," he commanded. Then, turning back to Emma, h
Emma let out a deep sigh as she began to pull off her surgical clothes. Today’s surgery had been a grueling one—tough, exhausting, but ultimately successful. She had known it would be complicated, but unforeseen delays and complications had stretched the procedure far longer than expected.Reaching for her phone, she frowned at the number of missed calls. Her heart skipped a beat when she saw the name—Ms. Maryjane, Claire's teacher. Damn it.She quickly checked the time. She was already an hour late picking Claire up from school. Christian had mentioned earlier that he would be traveling for a business trip, meaning the responsibility was solely on her today.She hurriedly dialed Ms. Maryjane’s number while grabbing her things, ready to rush to Claire’s school. The teacher picked up after a few rings.“Ms. Maryjane, I’m so sorry! I just saw your missed calls. I had a major surgery today, and it ran longer than expected. I’m on my way to pick up Claire now.”A brief pause. Then, Ms. M
Allison ran her fingers along the silk fabric of a designer dress, admiring the details as she flipped through the latest collection of one of her favorite brands. Shopping had always been her therapy, a way to distract herself from the chaos of life. But before she could fully immerse herself in the experience, a respectful yet firm voice interrupted her thoughts."Madam, it's time to pick up young master Henry from school," one of her guards informed her.She glanced at her phone and tsked, realizing it was indeed time. So soon? She'd just barely started shopping.With a sigh, she turned to the store manager, who was standing beside her, treating her like a goddess because he knew just how important she was."Wrap everything up quickly," she instructed sharply.“Yes, Ma'am.”She had been so careful about Henry’s safety since the kidnapping incident and wasn’t about to take any risks. Every morning, she personally dropped him off at school with the guards and made sure to pick him u
After a while, Christian set Claire down and gently nudged her toward the other room. "Go inside and watch your favorite cartoon on your iPad, Kiddo. I need to talk to your mom."Claire nodded and turned to leave, but then she paused, grinning. "Okay, Daddy!" she chirped before running off.Christian froze. His heart skipped a beat at the unexpected name, warmth spreading through him. Emma saw the way his eyes softened, the way his lips parted slightly as if he wanted to savor the moment forever.Then, as Claire disappeared into the next room, Christian turned to Emma, his expression shifting into something more serious."Emma," he said softly. " As much as I love this—being Claire’s father in every way that matters— I think there's something else we need to discuss."Emma frowned slightly, her nerves prickling. "What is it?"Christian took a deep breath. "Are you certain that you want nothing to do with David anymore? That you don’t want Claire to ever recognize him as her father?"E
Emma sat stiffly on the couch, her fingers intertwined tightly in her lap as she looked at the two figures in front of her. Christian and Claire both wore the same pleading expression, their eyes wide with anticipation as they awaited her answer. It was almost funny how similar they looked at that moment—wide eyes, furrowed brows, and slightly open mouths, staring at her in shock. They turned to each other at the exact same time, their expressions matching perfectly, before quickly looking back at her again. It was like watching two characters in a cartoon reacting to a surprise. Emma had noticed before how much they acted alike, but this was something else. If someone else had been in the room, they would have no doubt that Christian was Claire’s real father. She shook her head and smiled. With the way these two behaved, she knew she could never really say no to them.With a sigh, she finally relented. "Fine. Claire can continue schooling here."Before either of them could cele
Emma stirred the simmering pot of soup, the aroma filling the kitchen as she focused on finishing breakfast. She was getting everything ready when a small, sleepy voice called out to her."Mommy..."Turning swiftly, Emma found Claire standing by the doorway, rubbing her tiny fists against her eyes, with her toy in hand. Her soft curls were tousled from sleep, and she yawned as she looked around.A smile softened Emma’s face as she wiped her hands on a kitchen towel and walked over to her daughter. Kneeling down, she scooped Claire into her arms, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead."Good morning, sweetheart. Did you sleep well?"Claire snuggled against her, nodding sleepily. "Mhm... but I had a dream."Emma chuckled lightly. "A dream? Do you want to tell me about it?"Claire shook her head. "Not now, mommy. Later."Emma smiled, brushing back a stray curl from her daughter’s forehead. "Alright then. Go upstairs and freshen up while I finish breakfast. I'll come help you in a few min
Christian stepped out of David’s home, taking a deep breath to clear his mind. The weight of everything that had happened today still pressed against his chest, but for now, he focused on the sleeping child in his arms. Claire had refused to let go of him, even in sleep, her small hands clutching his shirt tightly. He couldn't help but wonder how scared Claire must have been before they found her and Henry.He glanced at Ali, his friend, who happened to be a hacker and a private investigator, one of the best in the country, nodding in gratitude. “Thanks for coming to help.”Ali gave Christian a reassuring pat on the shoulder. “I wouldn’t have let you handle this alone. You've helped me in the past; I only returned the favor.”Christian’s gaze darkened momentarily as he thought about the janitor. That dumb, senseless man was fortunate—very fortunate that he hadn’t dared to harm Claire when they traced his fat ass. If he had, Christian wouldn’t have hesitated to make him regret it.Wi
Allison didn’t waste any time—she ran toward the entrance, David right behind her. The moment her eyes landed on Henry, she gasped. A man stood at the doorstep, holding Henry in his arms. The boy’s tiny figure was curled up against the stranger’s chest, his face hidden. Next to the man stood Christian, carrying a little girl in his arms. Her face was turned away from David and Allison, concealed by his shoulder. Allison rushed forward and immediately took Henry from the man’s arms. “Henry! Oh my God—” She crushed him against her, sobbing into his hair. “My son—” Her hands ran over his small frame, checking for any injuries. “Are you okay? Henry, what happened?” But Henry said nothing. His body trembled slightly as he clung to her, his face buried in her shoulder. His silence sent a sharp pang through her heart. David rubbed his son’s head and let out a heavy sigh of relief, his tense shoulders finally relaxing. But as his heartbeat slowed, his mind caught up with the s
David’s hands gripped the steering wheel tightly as he drove to Henry’s school, his jaw clenched in frustration. His mind was racing, filled with a mixture of fear and rage. Who had dared to take his son? And how had they managed to do it under the high security of the school? He didn’t waste time as he made call after call, demanding answers. Each response he received was vague, unhelpful, or simply infuriating.His usual calm and composed demeanor was long gone, replaced by a storm of emotions he barely held in check. Beside him, Allison sat stiffly, her face pale and stricken with worry. Tears welled in her eyes, but she refused to let them fall. “David,” she whispered, her voice tight with panic. “Where is our son? What if—” David’s grip on the wheel tightened even more. “We’ll find him.” His voice was controlled, but she could hear the tension beneath it. Allison shook her head, her breath coming in short gasps. “He must be so scared,” she choked out. “Henry is just a ch
Christian felt like the ground had been ripped out from under him. His heart pounded violently, his ears ringing as Ms. Maryjane’s words replayed in his head. “Mr. Muller… Claire is missing.” For a second, his mind refused to process what he had just heard. It had to be a mistake—some sort of sick joke. But the sheer terror in Ms. Maryjane’s eyes told him otherwise. Claire. Was. Missing. His blood ran cold. “How is this possible?” His voice came out sharp, slicing through the tense air. “This is the most prestigious school in the country! You have top security, the best facilities, and guarantee the safety of every child here! How the hell do Claire suddenly go missing under your care?” Ms. Maryjane visibly flinched at his harsh tone, her hands twisting together as she struggled to find words. “The last time I saw her, she was playing with Henry…” she stammered, her voice trembling, “Henry was on the swing with her. I—I don’t know when they suddenly disappeared…” Chris