Rita was whining.Eric and Trey were fussing over her.Suddenly, she needed a massage. She needed water.Trey went to get her water, leaving me alone with the two vipers. Eric massaged her legs, his hands moving gently as if she were made of glass. He took out his handkerchief, dabbing her forehead, all while she shot me the stink eye, muttering under her breath about how I would never understand.What a dramatic scene.We all came here so her husband could apologize to me, but somehow, she had made this all about her. Complaining, whining, making a scene.I was almost glad that Eric wasn’t acknowledging me. Almost.Trey finally returned, handed Rita the water, and asked how she was feeling. Thank God, she was suddenly fine.Trey took charge."All right, we asked you here because Eric wanted to apologize, so I think we should let him speak."That was when Eric finally looked at me.Really looked at me.For the first time since they arrived, I actually faced him, too. Before, I had onl
Eric scoffed, cutting me off. "What family, Nina? What family? You mean me and you? Where are those kids we should call a family?""You and I were creating a family together, Eric," I said firmly,"No," he said coldly. "Me and Rita, now we’re creating a family."He laughed bitterly. "And I knew it. I just knew we were going to come here and you were going to try and throw our divorce in my face. Trying to use our marriage against me.""No, Trey, that's not what I'm doing. I'm not using our divorce. I'm reminding you who started this. You started this when you decided to go behind my back and sleep with my sister."I inhaled sharply, steadying myself before speaking again. "But you know what? Even though you haven't asked for forgiveness, I forgive you for that. Okay? I forgive you for cheating on me. I forgive you for the betrayal. Because you know what? It was the best gift you could have given me." I looked at Rita with a forc
All of a sudden, the atmosphere in the park changed.Rita, after her initial reaction to the slap, lunged at me. Her face was filled with rage, and before I could even react, Trey intervened, stepping between us.Eric, who had just apologized minutes ago, tried to come at me too. But Trey was there—blocking him."Hey, get your wife! Eric, get your wife!" Trey snapped. His voice was sharp, his stance tense.Eric hesitated, his jaw clenched. Then, without another word, he turned to Rita, grabbing her by the arms and pulling her back. "Calm down," he muttered under his breath.Trey didn’t waste time. He took my hand and led me forward, moving us toward the other side of the park.We walked in silence for a few minutes. My heart still pounding. Then Trey exhaled and said, "Wow, I never thought you had that in you."I turned to him, raising an eyebrow. "Seriously?"But he just laughed. A deep, amu
Emerson's POVI think today is the day.I have given Mina all the time she wanted. I have given her enough time. And I think it’s time that I acted.I know I said I’d give her time. I know I told her I’d set her free. And I know I was supposed to let her come to me. But I’m done waiting.If things don’t work out the way you want them to, you just have to take them.Everything I told Mina was the truth. I really think she still has some kind of feelings toward Eric. I’m not sure what those feelings are—love, hatred, bitterness, loss, grief, longing or any others. I don’t know what it is. But I know there are feelings there.And just when things had just gone downhill this little prick, Trey, came into the picture. He has been a thorn in my side from the moment he appeared.The way he bombarded into my house, took Mina away. And now, he’s taken it even further—created a whole office, and gave her a place to stay. It’s like the two of them are playing house.I know exactly what that bast
That is how I find myself standing in Mina's office, watching Trey kissing her. A bottle of wine and two glasses beside them.....What the fuck is going on here?"Mina, what's the meaning of this? What the hell is going on here?" I shout.The two of them break apart. Mina's hand goes toward her lips, and she looks at me as if she has seen a ghost. She is pale, and I can see the fear and panic in her eyes.I brought her flowers, for God's sake. I was going to take her to dinner. She agreed to meet me here. And then I find her kissing this little boy.What is this? What does it mean?Did she deliberately do this to hurt me? Is she trying to get revenge on me just like she tried to do with Eric? Is she using Trey now to get back at me? Is this what this whole thing is about? Because it looks a little too organised.I turn my gaze to Trey, and that son of a bitch is smiling. His eyes are bright, his mouth twisted into a sickly sweet smile as if he's actually enjoying himself. As if this i
"You're only refusing your true feelings because Emerson is here," Trey continues, his voice growing bolder. "Come on, Mina. What does he have over you? What's the hold that he has on you?" Mina frowns. "What the hell are you talking about, Trey?" "That kiss had nothing to do with Emerson?" Trey challenges, tilting his head. "Really? While he's standing right there? He's the reason you're acting like this." His voice lowers, insistent, manipulative. "Let me ask you something, Mina. If Emerson wasn't here right now, would you be acting this scandalized? I mean, you already admitted you kissed me back to know how it felt. Would you be denying it so hard if he wasn’t watching?" Mina's jaw tightens. "I'm not denying anything, Trey," she says, her voice slow, controlled. Too quiet. Trey studies her. "So what are you trying to say, Mina? Do you feel something for me or not? Because I'm sure even Emerson wants to know." My entire body stiffens at his words. I watch as Mina flicks he
We stand there in silence for a few moments. The tension in the room is thick, and I can feel Mina’s unease.Trey clears his throat dramatically before speaking."As you’ve already realized, Emerson, Mina didn’t text you. She doesn’t want to go to dinner with you. So now, take your flowers and go."I turn to him, caught off guard by his words. As much as I hate to admit it, there’s some truth in them, isn’t there? Mina didn’t invite me here. She didn’t agree to have dinner with me. So what the hell am I still doing here?But leaving isn’t an option. Not now.So instead of walking out, I shrug and take a seat.Trey blinks. "Alright, you’re gonna sit here. Fine. In that case, I’m gonna take Mina to dinner. How would you like that?"Mina sighs, clearly exhausted. "Trey, could you just give me and Emerson a minute?"He frowns. "A minute? Okay, fine. I’ll be right outside.""No," Mina corrects him. "Just… go upstairs. I’ll be there in a few."Trey stares at her, disbelieving. "What’s ther
Emerson looks at me like I’ve betrayed him—as if I’ve cheated. But that’s not the case."Emerson," I say, forcing strength into my voice. "I did not cheat on you. You broke up with me. If you’ve forgotten, let me remind you—you’re the one who ended things. You told me to be with whoever I wanted."His jaw clenches.I cross my arms, meeting his gaze. "So what if I kissed Trey? So what if I wanted to see what else was out there? The only man I had ever been with before you was Eric. What if I wanted to explore?""Don’t talk like that, Mina," Emerson snaps.His voice is rough, edged with anger, and frustration…. Something that makes my heart clench. But I don’t back down. I take a breath before speaking again."Tonight has been… different."He exhales. "You can say that again."I nod. "This isn’t what either of us expected, and I get that you're upset right now. So before either of us says something we regret, why don’t we just do this another time?"Emerson studies me, his expression sh
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