I swallowed,Emerson continued, " Rita still wants to talk to you. She wants to try and ask you to reconsider the case and apologize on Eric's behalf. And Eric—he also wants to apologize. He hopes We can talk about this… as a family."I let out a bitter laugh. "A family?" I repeated, "I’m sorry, Mina," Emerson said.Emmerson exhaled sharply beside me. "Look, it’s okay if you don’t want to go to the police," he said, quieter now. "But actually, I think you should press charges. And I will support you all the way. We were at work when He attacked you. You have witnesses. You have me. I’m behind you, no matter what you decide."Silence settled over the room as both men were watching me now, waiting.Waiting for my reaction.Waiting for me to decide.I sat there, my thoughts pressing down on me. Eric and all his foolishness had once filled my mind, but now, sitting here with both Emerson and Trey, the drive I had once had for revenge seemed to fade.A Part of me, the bitter part that ha
And you guessed it right—just when we were about to start locking up the office, Emerson finally called me."Hey, I'm sorry to get back to you so late," he said. His voice was fine, but there was something else there—hesitation, maybe.I sighed. "What is it?""I told Rita," he said, "and she just told me she is on her way with Eric right now.""What?" I nearly dropped my phone. "No! That was not the deal!""I know, I understand," Emerson said quickly. "I told her to come alone. She just called me now and told me to tell you that she was on her way to your office with Eric."I pinched the bridge of my nose. "I don’t care if she’s on her way. I’m already locking up the office and going back to my apartment to take a long bubble bath and a long sleep. If they won’t agree to my demands, tell them that I am going to the police station first thing tomorrow and taking this case forward."Emerson exhaled. "Okay. Whatever you decide, as I told you, I’m good with whatever you decide. I just wa
Trey nodded slowly. "I get it. I do. But I just… I just want this legal thing out of the way.""And what do you suggest, Trey?" I asked, crossing my arms."He told me that this wasn’t his wife’s fault. It was his fault. So he wants to be the one to apologize. He doesn’t think Rita really needs to apologize for anything. That’s why they wanted to come together."I laughed bitterly. "No. What they wanted was to attack me. To surprise me and catch me off guard. If that wasn’t the case, why didn’t they call me first? Why did they call Emerson instead?" My voice rose in frustration. "I told them I wouldn’t meet Eric without you and Emerson there. But instead, they decided to show up at my office—right when I was locking up, right when there was nobody else in the office. What do you think that was, Trey? If not an ambush?"Trey exhaled, his shoulders dropping. "I get it. I understand. That’s why they agreed to do it properly this time. Emerson will be there. I will be there. But Eric s
I watched as Rita waved a dismissive hand at Rachel, her perfectly manicured nails glinting under the office lights. "You don’t have sparkling water?" she asked, her voice laced with exaggerated disappointment.Rachel’s smile was tight, her patience wearing thin. "I’ll check, Mrs. Blackwind."Rita gave a small, satisfied nod and leaned back against the couch, rubbing her belly in slow, deliberate circles.I folded my hands on my desk, tilting my head slightly. "You’re glowing, Rita. Pregnancy looks good on you."She beamed. "Oh, Mina, that’s so sweet of you to say. Not that I need to hear it—I see it in the mirror every morning. I wish every woman would experience this..." She let out a light, tinkling laugh. "Eric can't keep his hands off me. He says I’ve never looked better. But I think it’s the hormones, you know? "I nodded, offering her a polite smile. "Must be."Rachel returned a moment later, setting down a chilled bottle of sparkling water on the table. "Here you go."Rita
I interrupted her. I couldn’t let her finish whatever stupid thing she was about to say."A relationship? A friendship? A family?" I scoffed. "With me? You and I were never family. You and I were never friends. You were a blood-sucking vampire, my enemy—disguising yourself as my friend, as my family. And now that your true colours are out, don’t you ever think or consider me as such again. You and I were done the day you decided to backstab me and then continue smiling in my face."Rita’s lips parted as if she wanted to say something, but I wasn’t done."But Mina—""Your time is up," I cut her off coldly."Then why did you ask me here?" she blurted, her voice rising. "Why am I here, Mina? Why did you ask me here if you didn’t even want to mend our relationship? I thought that—"I let out a sharp, humourless laugh. "Really? Are you stupid?"Her face twisted in disbelief. "What? Why are you talking to m
Rita stood there, eyes narrowing, as she began her tirade, words pouring out of her like acid."You like acting like a know-it-all all, smart and intelligent, getting all the attention, thinking you know everything," she scoffed. "You didn't listen to Mom, acted like reality didn't exist. It was just you and Dad, always just you and Dad, and you would come to me and cry about 'Mom not loving you.' You confided in me and made me your confidant because you couldn't even make friends of your own. I had to be your friend, and I was younger than you. Couldn't you get friends your own age? But no, you had to turn to me because nobody even wanted to spend time with you."I reminded myself to keep silent, letting her vent, though I could feel my temper rising with each word."And then guess what?" she went on. "Dad died, and you had nobody. So you started getting attention from Eric and his father. When Eric divorced you, guess whose bed you jumped into... You're
It took Eric two days—two whole days—before he finally decided to come and apologize to me.I was at home that Sunday when Trey walked in and announced, "Eric called."I looked at him and said, "Hey, I thought the two of you were friends, and you hang out, so why are you telling me if he calls you? I don't care..."Trey took a sip of his drink. "I'm telling you since he called because he wanted to come and apologize.""So, it took him two days to decide that he wants to come and apologize?" I asked, raising an eyebrow."Hey, don’t kill the messenger. You should know that after you talked with Rita, he was kind of upset. She said you said some mean things to her, and, you know, it affected her more than she let on or whatever. Naturally, Eric was angry." Trey shrugged. "That’s why it took him so long to come and apologize. It’s not because he was trying to pull anything. I’m just telling you all I know.""Okay, Eric's best friend," I answered sarcastically."Don’t do that," he said, p
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
Emerson had spoiled me endlessly during our little honeymoon. Though it was just two days—technically only one full day before we had to return—it was everything I could have asked for. Just us. No distractions. No stress. Pure happiness.And the sex... Nothing intense but still, you get the picture.As we drove back home, Emerson glanced at me with a smirk.“I already called Tina. Told her we were on our way. She said everyone has already arrived, so they’re all waiting for us.”I sighed. “Ah, okay.”I wasn’t sure how I felt. Excited? Nervous? Overwhelmed?“We shouldn’t—” I hesitated. “I’m kind of not in the mood.”“Don’t be.” Emerson reached for my hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. “Tina’s been so excited about this. Even if you're exhausted, even if it doesn’t match our wedding excitement, just act excited, okay?”I chuckled. “Okay, Emerson. I’ll try.”As soon as we pulled into the driveway, the front door burst open.Tina.She practically flew toward us, her face lighting up.
I sighed, running a hand through my hair. "I've been so tired, I really haven’t thought about it. So, what are you thinking?"He hesitated for a moment before speaking. "Okay, I just think we should get married. Soon."I raised an eyebrow. "I know that.""But given your condition, I don’t want to stress you out with everything else," he said, carefully watching me."Yes, I know. That’s why I’m saying let’s forget about having a big party and a whole thing," I explained. "I want this baby to be born while we’re already legally married. So, let’s just get married, now. Today, tomorrow—let's just do it. We don’t have to have a party, we don’t have to invite anyone except our witnesses, of course. But come on, let’s just get married."Emerson’s lips parted slightly like he wasn’t expecting me to say that. "But… what about the wedding you wanted? I know. You were excited about our wedding. You had already planned everything."His gaze fixed on me, searching for my reaction."I know," I a
Tina and I continued chatting about normal things—pregnancy, fashion, makeup. She gave me a few tips from her own pregnancy and shared stories about when Trey was young, and the struggles she had raising him. It was a surprisingly good time with her.As we talked, Madeleine came out with some snacks she had prepared. She placed them down on the table, and as she did, Tina turned to her."Maria, right? Is that your name again?"Madeleine straightened slightly. "It’s Madeleine."I could tell she didn’t like Tina much, but Tina was undeterred."Yes, Madeleine! I remember you. You’ve been with Emerson for the longest time, haven’t you?"Madeleine nodded. "Yes."Tina smiled, her eyes lighting up. "Well, that gives me an idea." She turned to me. "How far along are you now, Mina?""About six months.""Okay! So, have you thought about having a baby shower?"I blinked at her. "A baby shower? No, I’m not really planning anything. I’m still on bed rest, so I can’t be all bubbly and throw a part
After a tense silence, Madeline looked between Emerson and me, waiting for an answer. Finally, Emerson spoke."Why don't you give us a few minutes, Madeline?"She frowned, crossing her arms. "What are you even going to discuss? Can't you just say it here? I thought I was a part of this family."I exhaled, trying to ease the tension. "It's fine," I said, my voice softer now. "If Madeline feels like she can handle it, I trust her. She's been there my whole life. She's a great mom—we all know that." I looked at Emerson. "And you know what? I think… fine. It’s okay."Emerson glanced at me, then back at Madeline. "Okay. But anytime you feel like it's too much, Madeline, don’t feel indebted because of what my family and I have done for you. Just tell me, and we’ll get you help."Madeline nodded. "I know that, Emerson. Don’t worry about it."Just then, Jason walked in, looking impatient. "Aren’t you finished with breakfast? I really want to get through these candidates so we can go back to
The next few days were better. I was feeling stronger, and Emerson was spending more time at home. But as much as I loved having him around, I couldn't shake the guilt of knowing he was neglecting work.Jason was here more than he wanted to be, and I could see the frustration in his eyes every time he and Emerson spoke. They had been arguing more than usual, and I knew why—Jason wanted him back at the office. Emerson was slacking, and projects weren’t getting his full attention.And to make matters worse, Eric hadn’t been going to work either after his situation with Rita. Emmerson told me that Eric had filed for divorce and kicked Rita out of the house. I didn't want to stress myself with their issues but I didn't ask questions.But now the weight of the company was falling squarely on Jason’s shoulders, and I could tell it was wearing on him.So that night, as Emerson massaged my feet in bed, I decided to bring it up."Emerson, I think you should go back to work."He didn't look up.
Eric opened his mouth, hesitating. "I was just—1... We ...."But he seemed stuck. His usual confidence wavered, and I could see the turmoil in his eyes. So, I took the initiative for him."Eric just came to see me," I said, keeping my voice light. "He heard I was pregnant and wanted to tell me how happy and excited he was that he’s getting a sibling."I turned to Eric and gave him a small smile."We were just hashing out our little differences," I continued, "because now, we’re going to be a real family."Eric stood up abruptly, nodding his head. "Yeah, yeah, yeah… I’m just gonna— I’m gonna go."Emerson watched him closely. "Okay. Did you need anything?"Eric didn’t look fine. His usual sharp presence was replaced by something… lost.He just kept nodding. "I just— I have to clear my head. I’m just— I’m going to go."Emerson stepped aside, allowing him to pass. Eric walked out without another word.
"Of course, I am serious, Mina," Eric said, unwavering. "I have never been serious about something as much as I am serious about this—about us."He leaned forward, his eyes locked onto mine with an intensity that made my skin crawl. "Mina, what’s stopping you? What’s keeping you back?"I opened my mouth, ready to tell him exactly what was stopping me, but he cut me off before I could even form the words."I know you don’t love my father," he pressed on. "I mean, you two weren't even together a few days ago. And suddenly, the moment he finds out you’re pregnant, you’re back together? Just like that?" He scoffed. "You and I both know that’s not real. You weren’t with him because you loved him. You were with him for revenge—because of me. Because you still love me."I clenched my fists, as I forced myself to stay calm.He wasn’t finished. "Do you really want to start a family with my father? For God’s sake, Mina, he’s an old man!" His voice
"Eric, I have no idea what you're talking about. I am—""No!" He cut me off sharply, his voice urgent. "Shhh! Mina, just listen to me, okay? Listen to me."I stiffened at the intensity in his voice."Think about you and me. Think of us as kids. Think of us as grown-ups. We have always been together. We have always done things together. You and I… we could have been the most powerful couple in the world," he said, his eyes locking onto mine.I opened my mouth to protest, but he didn’t let me."Just think of our plans," he urged, his voice filled with desperation. "Think of our plans when we were together. Think of our plans when we were at university. Think of the future we wanted.""Eric, no, wait—""Just think of those as you listen to me, okay?" He moved closer. "We had plans to conquer the world. You and I… we were going to be the richest couple on this planet. You are just so smart. And you're so amazing and intelligent. And when you focus on something, you actually make wonders,
"Thank you," I said, smiling genuinely at Madeline. Her response was a soft laugh as if she couldn’t help herself. I wasn’t upset by her questions, though, and I didn’t think much of it.Emmerson's voice cut through the silence. "Mina has been through a lot, so I’m going to get her to bed upstairs to relax." He turned towards Madeline. "Madeline, I’m sure you’ve prepared the soup, can you bring it up in about 15 minutes so I can help her get showered and changed?"Madeline nodded, looking at me. "Of course."With that, Madeline left towards the kitchen, and everyone else dispersed. Emerson then carried me up the stairs. He prepared the bath for me, making sure the water temperature was just right. We then found ourselves in a debate about whether he should give me a bath. Of course, he won, insisting that I needed help.There was something tender in the way he handled me, every movement was made with love and care. After the bath, he helped me apply oil to my skin, the sensation soo