I sat there, lost in my thoughts, trying to piece together the worry threatening to consume my mind. The silence of the early morning felt heavy, and the unanswered questions gnawed at me. Emerson’s absence, Jason’s casual comment—everything felt off, and the uncertainty was unbearable.When I thought I couldn’t take the stillness anymore, I decided to move. Perhaps doing something, anything, would help ease the restless feeling.I opened the window, the cool morning air brushing against my face. I made my way to Emerson’s verandah, drawn to the promise of quiet reflection. The world outside was serene, the faintest hints of dawn creeping in, yet it offered me no peace.I stood there, looking out into the distance, my hands gripping the railing as if steadying myself against the weight of my thoughts. But even the calm view couldn’t soothe me. After what felt like an eternity, I exhaled deeply, realizing I’d had enough of staring into the void.Turning back inside, I made a decision t
EmmersonI looked at Mina, and I could tell she was anxious. The way she shifted slightly, the uncertainty in her gaze—it was clear she didn’t know how I’d react to what she’d done. But what she didn’t realize yet, what I needed her to know, was that I liked it.I loved what she’d done.Her taking the initiative, making decisions, putting her foot down—even though she wasn’t sure if I’d approve—it showed strength. It brought balance to us, to our relationship.You see, I’m older than Mina. Old enough to be her father, truth be told, and that naturally gives me a certain leverage over her. Not just age, either. My wealth, my experience, my knowledge of the world—those things, too, have a way of tipping the scales in my favour.But she... Mina. She balances it all.She brings spice into my life, a brightness I didn’t know I needed. She gives my days meaning, and fills them with louder happiness than I’ve ever known.And I have to admit, I never thought this would happen. Not in my wilde
EmmersonHours earlier, I had been reluctant to leave Mina behind. The thought of being away from her after our weekend together felt unsettling, but duty called. Work waited, and I had no choice but to head to the office.As soon as I stepped out of the car, Jason was already at my side, a folder in one hand and his phone in the other, firing off instructions like a well-rehearsed machine. "Mr. Blackwind," he started, keeping pace with me, "we’ve got a full schedule today. Here’s the updated itinerary. We’ll need to go through these documents before the meeting."At least we had been exchanging updates over the weekend, so I wasn’t walking in blind."All right, so when are we expecting her?" I asked as we strode towards the elevator."According to her assistant, she’ll be here by 10. That gives us a couple of hours to finalize everything.""Good. And Eric?"Jason hesitated, a slight tension creeping into his voice. "He hasn’t arrived yet."I stopped in my tracks and turned to him, f
“Yes, a success it was,” Tina said, nodding with satisfaction. She then scanned the room, her sharp eyes landing on each member of my team. “But where is she? I haven’t seen her, and I was expecting that she would be here.”Her words caught me off guard. I coughed lightly, trying to buy myself a moment to compose my response. I hadn’t anticipated Tina bringing up Mina during this meeting—it wasn’t something I had prepared to address.Without thinking, my eyes flicked toward Eric. His tightened jaw and the rigid set of his shoulders made it clear he wasn’t pleased with the turn in conversation either.“She’s actually... she’s not around,” I said carefully. “She won't be able to join us.”Tina frowned, clearly disappointed. “Oh, I’m sorry to hear that,” she replied. “When you gave this project to Eric, I worked a lot of the time with Mina—Eric’s wife—and I really thought, when you told me Eric was in charge, that she would be involved too. She understood my vision perfectly and knew exa
Returning to the boardroom, I sat down and casually gave Eric a few minutes to collect himself and join us. Predictably, it didn’t take long for him to reappear, his face a mixture of frustration and defeat. He slipped into his seat quietly, but I could see the storm brewing behind his eyes.I turned my attention back to Tina Flager, dismissing Eric from my thoughts entirely. "Sorry about that," I said with a calm smile. "Mina left, but I’m confident we can find a way to convince her to return."Eric’s eyes nearly popped out of his skull. His mouth moved soundlessly, no doubt struggling to contain the torrent of words he wanted to unleash. He understood, though. He knew I wasn’t bluffing earlier. So, for once, he stayed silent.Tina raised a perfectly manicured brow, a sly smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "Oh, really? You’d be willing to do that?" she asked, her tone dripping with feigned innocence. "You’re quite the boss, Emerson. And here I thought jealousy might get in the
I took a deep breath and turned to look towards Eric. As soon as my attention was on him, and Tina and everybody else in the boardroom had already left, he full-blown started laughing. A booming voice, just laughing, like someone who was on the verge of blasting, on the verge of full-blown blowing up. I was just about to talk to him, but then I realized that our discussion was not going to turn out well. He was going to do one of his spectacles, and today was not the day for him to test me. After all, he had done, today was not the day that he thought he was going to try and cause a commotion.So I started putting my things in order and then stood up."So you're just going to leave?" he asked. He was seared while removing his tie and buttoning the top of his buttons."What do you want, Eric?" I asked him pointedly."You're not going to do it, are you?""I'm not going to do what, Eric?" I responded my voice calm but edged with impatience. "Ask specific questions so I know how to answ
Eric took a deep breath as he looked at me. The room was charged with silence as the two of us stared at each other until he asked, "Why are you really marrying her, Dad? Why are you really marrying Mina? I mean, do you know how people make fun of me? My own father taking my wife away from me, I am the laughing stock of this whole city. I can't even go out with my friends anymore because all they do is make fun of me. You're making a mockery of me. I mean, what kind of a father marries his son's wife?" I cut him off before he could go further. "I'll stop you right there, Eric. Mina is no longer your wife. Why can't you just get it in your head? You are no longer married to Mina. She is your ex-wife. She is no longer married to you. She is my fiancée. You are married, but not to Mina. You are married to Rita. That's who your wife is. You cheated on your wife, Mina, and you divorced her. Just comprehend that you slept with your wife's sister when the two of you were married for m
“What?” I asked her, my tone steady but my mind racing.Tina sighed, shaking her head as if the answer was obvious to everyone but me. “Oh, come on. It ain’t right. I mean, Mina, seriously? She was like a daughter to you. You used to be a father figure to her. I mean, she saw you as her father. You and Robert were friends when he was alive. She was like your little girl in those days.”“Yeah, I know,” I cut her off before she could go further. “You’re stating the obvious. Do you think I don’t know that? You think this is news to me?” I looked at her, my eyes steady, unwilling to let her manipulate the conversation further.But she wasn’t done. She pushed forward with her charade, relentless in her questioning. “And to top it all off, she was married to your son.”I stopped her with a firm tone. “I also know that, Tina.”She continued, undeterred, “Your only son. Your only heir. The only blood relation you have in this world. She was married to him, and you’re still going to get marrie
After the nurse disappeared, the silence in the waiting room thickened. Every pair of eyes turned to me again.Tina’s gaze was sharp and accusing, her lips pressed into a tight, angry line. Eric didn’t bother hiding his disgust. He looked over me with disdain. Rita threw glances at me now and then and I couldn't tell what she was thinking, but I knew which side she was.I sat there, wondering.Why does Trey want to see me?The question circled in my mind over and over like a broken record. It made no sense. Why would he want me, of all people, by his bedside? This wasn’t just strange—it was absurd. Whether he realized it or not, he was putting me in a position I didn’t want to be in, a position I didn’t ask for.The minutes dragged on in agonizing silence.Finally, Tina broke it with a snarl. “Oh no. No one is stopping me. I’m going to see my son.”Without waiting for anyone’s response, she marched off furiously as she barreled down the hallway in search of Trey’s ward.Emerson exhal
I couldn’t believe it. Trayson was awake. Talking. Alive. Relief and dread worked together inside me. I was glad he was conscious—no one here wanted a murder charge hanging over their head. But he was awake.Do you understand what I mean?He was going to talk. And what would he say?Would he say that Emerson attacked him? Would he twist the truth in his favour? Every eye in this room had already judged me. Even the officer, who was supposed to remain neutral, seemed to believe I was guilty.The worst part? Tina.This was the same woman who had spent the entire dinner praising me, gushing about how much she liked me. Her son had said so himself too. Now, here she was, transformed into a raging lioness, accusing me of being a monster who had hurt her son. And no matter what Trayson said—no matter what those security tapes from the restaurant revealed—Tina wasn’t going to believe that her precious son was an arrogant asshole.BUT, No alcohol in his system? Seriously?I remembered the fla
Everyone's eyes turned toward me, their expressions thick with anger, surprise, hatred, and disappointment. I could feel their judgment like sharp knives against my skin.Emerson's hand moved to his face, shielding his eyes as though trying to block out the truth or perhaps the sight of me standing there. He was the one person I wanted to look at, the one person whose reaction I needed to see. But he didn’t meet my gaze. I stood frozen, letting their stares cut into me, letting their judgment pour over me.Tina’s hand trembled as she raised it, pointing at me. Her voice was sharp, almost unrecognizable.“You tell me—what did you do to my son?”She pushed herself up, her entire body shaking with rage. I couldn’t move. I stood there, rooted in place, my breath caught in my throat, my mind blank. Tina was coming for me, and I didn’t know what to do.Eric grabbed her arms just in time, pulling her back as she lunged toward me. “Tina, stop!”The police officer stepped between us. His cal
“He is not dead, Tina!” Emerson snapped, his voice filled with frustration. “Stop acting as if he’s dead. He is alive and doing well. He is going to wake up, he’s going to regain consciousness, and he’s going to say what happened. Why are you causing all this ruckus? Why don’t you wait until he wakes up and speaks about what happened?”Tina’s expression hardened, her face replaced with suspicion and anger. “Because I’m afraid that one of you will get to him before I do,” she retorted. “Maybe you’ll get rid of him before I can find out the truth. And I’m going to protect my son.”Emerson’s face twisted in disbelief. “ Are you serious right now? I can't believe this, now you think we want to do what?“ Emerson released a sad laugh before he continued. “It’s okay if you don’t want me or Mina to go close to him. You’re his mother. You’re the first person he’s going to see. He’s going to tell you everything.““ And when he does tell me something, I don’t want any of you to flee. You’re g
I sat there on the chair, just sitting, staring at the walls, watching nurses and doctors pass by, their steps brisk, their faces a blur of calm and urgency. They came in and out, speaking softly, holding clipboards in hushed tones. My mind was blank. My body felt distant, as though I was a spectator of my own life.Then, out of nowhere, I heard the hurried click of heels—a determined, sharp sound cutting through the quiet of the hospital. Voices followed voices trying hard to be composed but strained.Tina and Emerson appeared first. They weren’t walking together; they were locked in a tug-of-war of anger. Emerson’s face was tight, his jaw clenched. Tina, her eyes wild, was a storm barely held in place.And behind them, a police officer.The sight of the uniform turned my stomach to ice. Panic surged through me so violently that I thought I might be sick. It’s done. We’re done. Everybody knows. I didn’t know how far this would go, but my mind raced to the worst. Was I an accomplice?
They were all staring at me, waiting. The room felt smaller, and my heart raced. I was nervous. Too nervous. So I blurted the first word that came to my head."Nothing."Tina’s eyes darkened, her voice rising. "What do you mean nothing? Treyson is lying in there. He is hurt. His life is on the line, and you’re telling me that nothing?""I mean… nothing really happened," I stammered, my voice weak. "I don’t know what you expect me to say. I just… I don’t know what happened."Her anger rose as she stepped closer. "What do you mean you don’t know what happened, Mina?""Okay, let’s just calm down," Emerson interjected, his tone soothing as he placed himself between us. "I get that our emotions are running high, and we all want answers, but let’s take a breath."Tina was having none of it. Her glare burned right through me. "No. I want to know what happened to my son. You and Mina were the ones with Trey when it happened, and I want to know exactly what went down. Are you going to tell me?
I know some people are going to call me a hypocrite, but Eric always treated Tina with respect—almost like she was his mother. He had just called her his godmother at dinner for Christ's sake.This was so inappropriate.I didn’t know if he was taking advantage of the situation, taking advantage of her, or if he didn’t even realize what he was doing. I didn’t know.But seeing the look on Rita’s face?Now that was good.That was priceless.The way she got mad. How her face turned red with fury. My heart released some heartache.As we reached them, Rita shifted her body, positioning herself firmly beside Eric. Emerson and I stood directly in front of Eric and Rita.Emerson didn’t waste time.“How is he? What did the doctor say? Is he going to be alright”Tina, trying her best not to cry, answered, “They haven’t told us anything. Ever since we got here, nobody has told us anything. I don’t know how my son is doing. I’m so worried. I just hope he gets out of all of this alive.”Eric reach
The car grew silent again, but of course, Rita couldn't just let the moment be. She decided to shift her attention from me to Emerson.“Mr. Blackwind—oh, I’m sorry,” she started awkwardly.Emerson didn’t miss a beat. “It’s fine, Rita. We’re family. You can call me Emerson.”I couldn’t help myself. “Or, Dad. You can call him father.” I gave a low laugh, the kind that dripped with sarcasm. If she was going to call him Dad, how exactly was she supposed to refer to me?Classic!The thought amused me more than it should have. I started laughing again. Rita shot me a glare, but then she straightened her posture, composed herself, and chose to ignore me. Smart choice.“What do you think happened to Trey?” she asked, her voice suddenly filled with curiosity and concern. “I mean, he was fine one minute, and then he just fell, and there was blood everywhere. Do you think it could be… a disease? Maybe he fainted from something else? Maybe he had a heart Attack Or an allergy to the food?”She li
The car was silent as we made our way to the hospital. The hum of the tyres on the road was a dull soundtrack to my chaotic thoughts. 'Oh God, please let Trey survive. Please don’t let anything bad happen. Please, just this once, let everything be okay.'The prayer looped in my head, unspoken but desperate, until a voice broke through to the present.“Mina? Mina?”I didn’t respond. I was too lost in my thoughts.“Mina!” Rita’s voice sharpened, as she shouted.I turned my head sharply toward her.“What do you want, Rita?”“Have you seen Mom? Have you talked to her lately?”I scoffed, a bitter laugh escaping before I could stop it.“Of course, you know I haven’t. You’re the one who talks to her all the time. You’re her bestie, aren’t you? You’d know if I had because she tells you everything.”Rita continued. “I think you should call Mom. At least check in on her. Whatever happened between the two of you—she’s still your mother.”Another scoff, sharper this time.“After what she said at