I felt the heat crawl up my neck as Trey’s eyes lingered on me longer than they should have. My cheeks flushed and I tried to wipe the smile on my face.Emerson cleared his throat sharply. I turned to him, and the look on his face made it obvious—he wasn’t amused by what was going on. He narrowed his eyes at Trey. But I was too angry with him for his earlier words to think anything wrong had happened here, so I looked away.Tina, oblivious to the tension at the table, leaned forward with a friendly smile. “So, Mina, are you back at work?” Her voice was warm and inviting, but there was curiosity there too.I shifted in my seat as I answered her. Emerson had told her I had quit. “Yes, I’m back,” I answered simply.“Why did you quit?” She hesitated. “I hope I’m not being too personal. It’s just…when we worked together, you were always so driven, so smart. I admired how focused you were. Hearing you left surprised me.”I forced a smile, brushing my fingers against the edge of the table.
"Please take your seat, Eric," Emerson tells him, his voice calm but edged.Eric, still chuckling, ignores him.As the waitress approaches, Eric grins like a child who’s just thought of the perfect prank. He turns to her and asks, "Hey, beautiful. Now I need your help with something and all you have to do is look and tell me the truth. Your honest opinion. Who do you think these people are?" Eric says as he gestures towards the four of us The waitress blinks at him, startled, her eyes shifting nervously. “Excuse me? I don't understand what you mean”“Come on. Honestly,” he says, gesturing broadly at our table. “Who do you think we all are? Who are they to each other, how are they connected to each other?”Her gaze darts between us. She is nervous and anyone can tell she doesn't want to be on the spot. “I...I don’t know.”Eric presses on. He’s never been one to back down from anything once he’s started.“Come on, take a guess. I’m serious. It’s just for fun. We are just playing a l
“That was business,” Tina said, a smirk playing on her lips. “And this dinner? This is for family.” Eric’s grin grew wider with Tina's words, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “Yeah, you could have been my godmother, you know.” His tone suggested a joke that only he found amusing, and he chuckled to himself. Tina smiled, but a flicker of curiosity lingered. “ I think I know everybody at the table,” she said, her eyes sweeping across us. “Although, I just don’t know one person here.” She gestured toward Rita with a genuine brightness in her voice. “Is this your wife, Eric? Mina’s younger sister?” Eric sat up straighter, his chest puffing slightly like he had just been handed the mic at a grand event. “Yes, Tina,” he announced, “allow me to introduce you to my beautiful, pregnant, loving wife.” I rolled my eyes so hard I felt like they might pop out of my skull. Why does he keep reminding us that his wife is pregnant? I thought. We can see it. But I kept my mouth shut and wat
I narrowed my eyes at Eric, wanting to ask what he meant, but I didn’t. I restrained myself. Every nerve in my body was screaming for an explanation, demanding answers, but I kept my mouth shut. I glanced at Tina. It seemed she hadn’t been ready for the answer she got either, but she wasn’t about to let it go."Huh, what do you mean by that?" Tina asked, her tone light but I could tell she was very interested. "I’m sorry if I’m prying. I just love a story that has a happy ending, don’t you?"Eric smiled like he had been waiting for someone to ask him this forever. "You’re absolutely right, Tina" he began, leaning forward. "I met Mina because her father and my father were close friends. We spent a lot of vacations together, and weekends at each other’s houses. We practically grew up around each other. And since Mina was closer in age to me than Rita, I never really saw Rita in that way. She was just a kid then."He paused, before continuing."When Mina and I started dating. We hit it
After Eric’s statement, the entire table seems to be still, as if someone pressed pause. Trey is frozen. Tina sits as if she’s turned to stone. I glance over at Emerson. His face remains neutral, but he’s grinding his teeth in the way he does when he’s holding back. So, Eric must have said something wrong.If I’m not overthinking it—and I might be—I’m almost certain Tina’s husband is dead. Trey’s father. This would make Eric’s comment about fathers taking wives not just tasteless but also cruel.Rita shifts uncomfortably next to Eric, clearly aware of the misstep. Her eyes flick toward the others, her expression pleading for him to stop. “I am not your wife.“ I snapped.Thank God for the waitress, who arrives just then with Eric and Rita’s drinks and hands us menus.No one speaks. No one even looks at each other. It’s as if we’ve all retreated into our own minds, each of us wrestling with our own thoughts. And for once, ever since Eric arrived, he’s silent. Maybe he knows what he’s d
"Stay out of this," Eric tells me, glaring as if his eyes alone could shove me back.I raise an eyebrow, the silent challenge clear in my expression. What? What are you gonna do?I feel Emerson’s hand on my arm. I can’t tell if he’s trying to calm me down or if he simply wants me to stop talking for the sake of keeping peace. Either way, it doesn’t work. Not when it comes to Eric."Okay, just… what is she having?" Tina asks. "Maybe she’s not allowed to eat the food." She says trying to keep the peace."That’s not what he said," I shoot back."Mina, you’re not the one who’s pregnant," Eric snaps. "You’re not my wife. Stay out of this, It doesn't concern you."I press my lips together, holding back the words burning on my tongue. My eyes stay locked on his.Tina shifts her attention to Rita. “What seems to be the problem?”I think Tina knows. It’s no secret that Eric and I share a certain… tension. Maybe she’s hoping to diffuse it by getting straight to the point.Rita looks at me, th
I am frozen in place.It feels like I’m the scapegoat, like this whole exchange isn’t really about me but somehow it is, and Trey—whatever he’s actually curious about—probably isn’t interested in any of the words coming out of my mouth. Maybe this is a game between him and his mother, or maybe it’s truly about me. I can’t tell.My heart races and I can feel Trey’s eyes still on me as if waiting for an answer.But no, his gaze shifts. He’s watching his mother now, something underneath his gaze there—anger? Maybe it is. Maybe this is more about her than anything else, but that’s just a guess, I don't know.And then, abruptly, Tina stands.Her chair scrapes back against the floor. Her wine glass topples over. Red liquid pools across the white tablecloth. She snatches the glass, upright again in her hand, but it’s too late to stop the stain from spreading. She doesn’t try to clean it away.“Excuse me,” she says, her voice tight.Without waiting for acknowledgement, she walks away from the
"You know what? The two of you deserve each other." My voice drips with venom as I push back my chair and rise to my feet. "And you will soon get whatever it is the both of you are looking for. Is it love? Is it happiness? Is it a child to help them get their funds sooner? I don't know which one it is, but you're finally going to get it."My words hang in the air.I know I said I wouldn't leave the table. I told myself I’d stand my ground, but how can I stay here, in this charade, and pretend I’m not drowning? How do you sit with people who have carved a wound into your very soul and smile as if it doesn’t burn? Are you freaking kidding me?I feel the heat of their eyes on me as I walk away, but I don't care. My legs carry me, faster than my mind can process, until I’m searching for the ladies' room. I push through the door, and the silence inside greets me, I'll take it.Relief comes first, followed by the crash of reality. I stare at myself in the mirror, gripping the edges of the s
MinaI 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 b
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