EmmersonMina was in and out of it, but by the next morning, luckily, she woke up. She was totally disoriented, her face scrunched up in pain, but the moment I saw her eyes open, relief crashed over me I immediately ran to the doctor, who came in and explained everything to her slowly. I watched her carefully, knowing exactly when her mind caught up with what they were saying. The moment they mentioned the baby, her entire body tensed in fear.She freaked out. Her eyes welled up, panic overtaking her pain.But the doctors reassured her. They told her that she and the baby were fine, but she would have to stay at the hospital for further monitoring. They needed to make sure the poison hadn’t caused any long-term effects on her or our unborn child.Mina broke down, tears streaming down her face.I hated seeing her cry. I leaned in, took her trembling hand in mine, and whispered, “You have to be strong, baby. You’re body
Mina rested her hand gently on her stomach, the other reaching for mine. Her fingers were warm and comforting, but the pain in her eyes still lingered."Please, Emerson, don’t blame yourself for this, okay?" she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "I didn’t know it could have happened, and you didn’t know it either."I shook my head, frustrated with myself. "I know, but I was just so surprised... I knew she didn’t like you, then all of a sudden, you came back, and she was all over you, pretending to care, acting like she was so happy about the baby. It should have been a red flag, but I didn’t know that. I didn’t know at the time, but I should’ve looked into it. I could have lost you if that idiot Trey hadn’t eaten your pudding."Mina’s expression softened as she reached up, cupping my cheek gently. "It’s okay," she said, her voice steady but filled with warmth. "I’m here, we’re here, the baby’s here. I just hope that we can be fine."
Emerson sighs. I can see that he doesn't want to take me to see Rose, but he relents as he tells the driver to take us to the police station.We reach there, and Emerson goes through all the procedures, talking to the police and everything until we are given a chance to talk to her. I sit there waiting for them to take her to a room so I can see her, but after a while, the police officer—the detective working on the case—comes in and says that Rose doesn’t want to see me."Well, I want to see her," I tell him. "I want this."The detective exhales. "We’re already going out of our way. You aren’t even allowed to see her. We’re breaking protocol letting you see her, so if she doesn’t want to see you, we can’t force her."I look towards Emerson, who is standing beside me. "I want to talk to Rose," I tell him again, my voice firm.He sighs, then turns to the detective. "Detective, can we talk for a minute outside, please?"The detective looks at me, then at Emerson, before nodding and step
Rose starts laughing again, the sound hollow and sharp."Even if I tell you, you're not going to believe me.""Why wouldn’t I believe you?""Because I already told the police. I already told Tom. I told everybody. But nobody listens to me.""Tell me. I'll listen." I say calmly."Really?" She tilts her head, her eyes narrowing. "So I just tell you and then what? You don’t have any evidence against them. All the evidence points to me, doesn’t it? I’m going down for this.""Just tell me. Okay? Stop going around in circles. If you didn't do it and you know who did it, just tell me who did it."Rose’s eyes meet mine, dark and unreadable."You know what I can't believe, Mina?" Rose’s voice is sharp, her eyes burning. "It’s the fact that I actually saved your fucking life. And instead of being grateful, instead of thanking me for saving your life, I ended up in jail...."I swallow, my throat dry."I think the only reason I’m here is actually because I fucking saved you. If I had let you fini
"Yes, Mina. Yes, yes, yes," Rose hisses, leaning forward. "You know that Madeline hates you. She hates you more than anybody else in the world. Her hatred for you burns—it’s an inferno. Nothing can ever tame it. She hates you like I have never seen before. That’s how much she hates you."I clench my fists. "Now you’re trying to destroy my home, my family. After trying to kill me, now you’re going to try to destroy my home?" My voice trembles, my mind racing. "Madeline has been there for years. She has never done this. You just want to get in my head and alienate me from people who care. Why? Just because I’m not with Eric anymore? Because I’m dating Emerson now? That’s why she suddenly wants to kill me?" I shake my head. "I’m pregnant. I’m carrying Emerson’s baby. If she wanted to kill me, she had all the chances to. Why would she want to kill me now?"Rose scoffs. "Oh, I see. I must be lying to you, right? That’s what you think? After all, I want nothing good for you. All I want is
I shake my head. "Excuse me? You're wrong. Madeline and Emerson? No.... They can’t—he would have told me."Rose gives me a knowing look. "Would he, really?" She raises an eyebrow. "Do you realize how weird that would be? ‘Oh hey, honey, by the way, I was sleeping with the woman who works in my house before I decided to propose to you.’ Yeah, that would go over well."I shake my head again, more forcefully this time. "No. It can't be."She exhales sharply. "It is what happened. Why don’t you ask Madeline? Or better yet, ask Emerson. I’m sure one of them will fess up and tell you the truth."I feel my world tilting, my mind racing. This is too much. It doesn’t make sense. I keep thinking about Emerson. I keep thinking about Madeline. There were no signs. I would have seen something...I swallow hard. "It can’t be right."But a nagging voice in my head whispers—Would Emerson lie to me about something this big?Because if it is true, then I already know why Madeline would want me dead.R
"I tried to talk to her," Rose continues, her voice filled with regret. "I tried to tell her to forget about it. You were pregnant now. The two of you were planning to get married. After the pregnancy, Emerson was clearly taken by you. He was in love with you, and it was so obvious. He doted on you. You were so happy, and there was no question about the two of you being in love, about being a family."She pauses, looking down at her hands as if replaying the events in her mind."I tried to tell Madeline to see that. I tried to tell her to give up on this competition with you. I tried to tell her to forget about Emerson. He obviously didn’t love her. I mean, if they had been dating all those years, and he’d never shown her how he felt about her, then he probably didn’t feel for her that way."I try to process her words, but a knot tightens in my stomach."She wouldn’t understand," Rose murmurs. "And that’s one of the reasons she started shutting me off. I kept telling her that she shou
She lets out a long sigh. "So I went back into the kitchen to find the pudding. I met the waitress who needed help at the back of the house. I showed her where everything was, and when I came back inside… the pudding was gone...I thought maybe someone else had taken it."I nod slowly, the realization settling deeper within me. “That must have been when Treyson arrived and had taken it,” I tell her, my voice steady but shaking inside.“Yes, it must have been,” Rose agrees, her eyes wide. “But I didn’t know that at the time. So, I started rushing outside, thinking that you had already eaten it. And then I find you, you know, eating the pudding. I don’t even think about it. I just flash towards you and throw the ball away..."" And then you tell me not to eat it.”“Did I say that?” she asks, surprised.I nod, her face pained as she continues. “Yeah, maybe I did. But I don’t remember saying that either. I was just so focused on
Mina I was in the delivery room about to bring my baby into this world, and who knew it hurt like hell? Mmh! I was very lucky and very grateful to have my husband here with me. He kept holding my hand, telling me sweet things, and encouraging me when the doctors told me to push. He pushed with me, breathed with me. It was kind of crazy. I don't know, maybe after I was done here I would think about this moment and laugh about it. It was a moment in my life when I really needed him, and I was so, so happy and so grateful to have him here beside me. The two doctors that Mr. Emerson insisted on having here were top in their fields. He didn’t care, he had to fly one in as long as I got everything and I was in great hands. The doctors were great, they were encouraging. I just wanted this moment to be over and for my baby to come into this world so I could hear their cry. We were still in the dark; we didn’t know if we were having a girl or a boy. I was just waiting for that moment wh
EmmersonThe next morning, I decided to handle things myself. I know Mina’s already been through enough trauma with her family, so I don’t want to involve her in this. She’s still asleep, and I slip out quietly to deal with Eric.I find him at the hotel, slumped over, still asleep. I nudge him with the toe of my shoe, the force making him stir. Slowly, his eyes flicker open, and the haze of sleep and alcohol makes him groggy. He rises, blinking and groaning, his hand clutching his head."Wake up, Eric," I tell him as I open the curtains, letting the bright light flood the room. He immediately shields his eyes, groaning louder."My head... hurts," he mutters, his voice thick with a hangover. He grabs the bottle of water on the bedside table and gulps down a large portion in one go."Last night," he laments, "I didn't like how your men dragged me out of that nightclub.""You call that a nightclub? It was a strip
EmmersonOh yeah?” Mina’s voice is a little high-pitched.And then Rita says something that makes my blood cold.“Of course,” she replies, her voice dripping with arrogance. “I mean if I could take Eric from you so easily before… When you weren’t this heavily pregnant, and we weren’t even living in the same house. Just think how simple it would be to take his father from you now.”Her voice is low and suggestive. Mina scoffs, maybe out of shock, but Rita doesn’t stop.“I mean, look at you,” she continues, mockingly. “You’re pregnant. You can’t even walk properly without someone holding you. You have to be carried just to get around.” She chuckles,“And me?” she adds. “I’m just getting started. The exercises I’ll do, the maintenance I’ll keep up… You know I won't be breastfeeding, right? This baby is feeding from the bottle. Nothing is messing up this....hot body.”In my mind, I can already picture her motioning to her bo
Emmerson By nightfall, the police have already paid us a visit. It’s all over the news. Madeline had a little accident on the highway. Her car hit the side of a bridge and went down under. She suffocated. But I know the truth. Let her feel what it’s like to lose air. Anyway, the point is—she’s dead. The police came because, after her attack on Mina, there was already a record of her actions. They were just here to deliver the report. To tell us that she was gone. That also settled the issue with Rose. Mina had never been convinced that Rose was behind it, and now that Madeline was out of the picture, it was clear she had been wrongfully accused. Mina was shocked with the news, I never thought she would actually be upset after everything. Even though there’s still sadness in her eyes, I can see the difference. She’s no
EmmersonAfter I had taken Mina home, I gave her a bath, making sure she was okay and taken Care of. She was reluctant to eat at first, but I insisted. “You need nutrition,” I reminded her. “I know you don't want to but do it for the baby. You’re pregnant, you're doing it for our baby.”She sighed, but eventually gave in, taking small sips of the warm soup I had prepared. I watched her closely, ensuring she had everything she needed. Then, I sat her down and gently caressed her hair.I kept talking as I did it—about everything and nothing at the same time. Just filling the silence, making sure she felt covered and safe. My voice was low and comforting. I caressed her head, feeling the softness of her scalp, letting her know she wasn’t alone.And then, she fell asleep.Once I was sure she was deep in rest, I finally allowed myself to feel it all—the anger, the frustration, the overwhelming sense of failure.How could I h
As Emerson's voice continued on the phone, offering words of comfort, trying to calm me, I felt my tears flow faster. I couldn't hear him clearly anymore over the noise in my head, the panic, the certainty that I was going to die. I just listened to him, letting his voice be a thread tying me to something.Then, the banging stopped.I hadn't even realized it.Instead, a knock. A soft, reassuring knock."Mina, Mina, come on, open the door," Emerson's voice came through the phone, clearer now.I still didn’t understand what was happening. My mind was so clouded by fear, but hearing his voice… it soothed me in ways I couldn’t explain. I was barely aware of his words, just the sound of him calling my name, telling me it was okay."Emerson, is that you?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper."Yes, it's me. Open the door, Mina."The reality of it hit me. I had been trapped in a nightmare, my heart frozen with terror, bu
I started scribbling on the piece of paper.[I can't do this anymore. I'm going to kill myself.]I set the pen down and exhaled. "Okay, I'm done."Madeline narrowed her eyes. "What did you write so fast?"She stalked toward me, snatched the paper out of my hands, and read it. Her expression darkened, and before I could brace myself, she slapped me hard across the face. The force nearly knocked me out of the chair.A sharp sting spread across my cheek, my vision blurred for a second. My entire face tingled from the impact, and I gritted my teeth, refusing to let a single tear fall.Who knew I would ever be in this situation? Kidnapped at gunpoint. Forced to write my own suicide letter.Madeline took a deep breath, trying to regain her composure. Then she smirked."You're smart, Mina. We can argue about a lot of things, but not that. You're a smart little thing, a devious little thing. That’s how you got Emerson i
Madeline’s grip on my arm became almost painful. I could feel the gun on my side, like a silent, invisible threat.I forced a laugh, shaking my head. "Oh, you know... My condition." I gestured vaguely at myself. "It’s still hard for me to get up, takes a while to get out of bed. I was sleeping."Tom stared at me, his eyes searching my face as if he was trying to read through my words.Then, finally, he gave a slow nod. "Okay."But he still didn’t leave."Can I come in?" he asked. "I can give you some company.""No!" The word shot out of my mouth too fast, too loud, too desperate.Madeline pressed the gun against my side, a silent threat, a warning that made my blood turn cold.Tom’s frown deepened.I forced another smile, shaking my head quickly. "I mean—no, it’s okay. I was sleeping. I don’t need company right now."I gave an awkward laugh, motioning toward the inside of the apartment. "If you came in, you’d just be sitting alone because I’m going back to bed."Tom didn’t look conv
"I'm sorry, Madeline, I swear I didn’t—""Just tell me why!" she shouted to my face, her voice filled with frustration.I was shaking, my throat dry, my mind running a mile a minute. "I don't know, okay? Maybe because he was there. He was nice. He was understanding, and he made me feel safe. He made me happy. He made me feel like I could be the person I wanted to be." My voice cracked, and I rushed to explain, desperate for her to believe me. "It was never about his age, Madeline. I always thought he was cute, you know? I always thought he was really handsome. And then when we slept together, I realized I could have everything I ever wanted with him, okay? I'm sorry. I really didn’t know—"She let out a cold laugh, cutting me off. "You're not sorry. Stop trying to act like some innocent girl who thought he was ‘the one.’"Her voice was mocking, twisting my words into something dirty."You don’t even love him. Not really. You love the things he represents." She took a step closer, he