The morning sun filtered through the curtains, casting a golden glow over the master bedroom. Emma stirred beneath the covers, her eyes fluttering open. She turned to find Ethan already awake, sitting in his wheelchair by the window, gazing out at the sprawling estate below. She could see the tension in his shoulders, the way his jaw was set. Whatever Jake had brought to his attention last night was still weighing heavily on his mind. Quietly, she slipped out of bed and approached him, her bare feet barely making a sound on the plush carpet. “Couldn’t sleep?” she asked softly, placing a hand on his shoulder. Ethan didn’t turn to look at her, his gaze fixed on the horizon. “Too much on my mind,” he admitted. His voice was low, almost distant. Emma pulled up a chair beside him, sitting down so they were eye level. “Want to talk about it?” For a moment, he didn’t answer. Then, with a sigh, he turned to face her. “It’s not just the betrayal, Emma. It’s the fact that someone I trusted
Ethan gripped the armrests of his wheelchair tightly as Jake pushed him into the study. The urgency in Jake’s tone still echoed in his ears. Whatever the investigation had uncovered, it was significant enough to warrant dragging him away from the rare moment of peace he’d shared with Emma.The study was dimly lit, the large oak table spread with files, photographs, and a laptop displaying a paused video. Emma followed closely, her eyes scanning the setup with a mix of curiosity and apprehension.Jake stepped forward and cleared his throat. “We’ve confirmed the traitor, sir. It’s someone within your inner circle.”Ethan’s eyes narrowed, his voice cold. “Show me.”Jake hit play on the video. The footage showed a surveillance camera in one of the company’s private conference rooms. A familiar figure was hunched over a laptop, typing furiously. The timestamp indicated this had taken place late at night, long after normal business hours.“Linford?” Ethan growled, his tone sharp enough to c
The following days were a blur of strategic meetings and quiet tension. Ethan’s world was beginning to feel like a tightrope, each step measured and calculated. He couldn’t afford to make a single misstep—especially with the threat of betrayal looming over him.Emma remained by his side, her presence a constant in the chaos. She had always been a calming force, but lately, Ethan noticed a subtle shift in her demeanor. She was no longer just his wife. She had become his rock, the one person he could rely on amid his unraveling empire.Yet, he couldn't ignore the weight of the truth: Emma was tied to his success—and his downfall. Her family had married her off to him for power, their ambitions as dark as his own. He had never thought much about her past, her real feelings, or the depth of the sacrifices she had made for him. But now, as the truth about his family’s treachery began to unfold, the question lingered: How much longer would Emma stand by him?That night, as Ethan sat in the
Ethan sat in his study, his mind racing in circles. The echoes of Emma’s words lingered like a wound that wouldn’t heal.“I’ve always been the pawn, Ethan…”He had faced enemies in business, betrayal from family, and even the uphill battle to regain his strength after the accident. But nothing had ever shaken him the way Emma’s pain-filled voice had.It was well past midnight, and the dim glow of the desk lamp cast long shadows across the room. Jake stood by the door, his face impassive as always, though his eyes betrayed a flicker of concern.“Should I follow her, sir?” Jake asked.Ethan shook his head, pinching the bridge of his nose. “No. Let her cool off. She needs space.”Jake hesitated. “And what about Daniel? He won’t waste time using this against you.”Ethan’s jaw clenched. He knew Jake was right. Daniel was like a vulture, circling for the kill. He had already tried to manipulate Emma; who knew what he would do next?“Double security,” Ethan said finally, his voice cold and c
The morning sunlight streamed through the large windows of the Johnson estate, casting a golden hue on the pristine marble floors. Ethan remained seated in the dining room long after Emma had left. Her words echoed in his mind, stirring emotions he had buried long ago.He had promised to try, but what did that even mean? For someone like him, trying meant fighting for control, asserting dominance, and keeping emotions at bay. Letting someone in required vulnerability, and that terrified him.Jake entered the room, his usual stoic expression in place. “Sir, the doctor has arrived for your therapy session.”Ethan frowned. “I thought Emma was supposed to handle my therapy.”“She insisted on bringing in a specialist for today,” Jake explained. “She said she’ll join once you’re ready.”Ethan sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Fine. Let’s get this over with.”---Emma stood outside the therapy room, watching as the specialist worked with Ethan. She had intentionally taken a step back
The soft hum of the evening surrounded the estate as Ethan and Emma sat across from each other at the dining table. The tension between them had eased slightly, replaced with a tentative air of understanding.Ethan tapped his fingers on the edge of his chair, his gaze drifting between the food on his plate and Emma’s calm expression. “You haven’t cooked before, have you?”Emma raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk tugging at her lips. “What gave it away? The slightly burnt edges or the uneven seasoning?”“Both,” Ethan replied dryly, though a rare chuckle escaped him.“I’m trying,” she countered, taking a sip of water. “And I think it’s edible enough.”“It is,” he admitted. “I’ve eaten worse.”Emma smiled at his attempt at humor. “Small victories, right?”He nodded, but his expression grew somber. “Emma, I need to ask you something.”She placed her fork down, her curiosity piqued. “What is it?”“Why did you agree to marry me?”The question hung in the air, heavy with unspoken emotions.Em
The evening air was cool, carrying the scent of freshly cut grass from the garden. Ethan remained in his study, poring over documents Jake had delivered earlier. His focus, however, was elsewhere.Emma’s face kept flashing in his mind—her fierce determination, her unwavering support, and the spark in her eyes when she stood up to anyone, even him.He leaned back in his wheelchair, rubbing his temples. “What’s happening to me?” he muttered under his breath.“Talking to yourself now?” Emma’s voice broke through his thoughts as she stepped into the room with a steaming cup of tea.Ethan glanced up, startled but quickly masking it with a smirk. “A bad habit I’ve developed since meeting you.”Emma chuckled, setting the cup on his desk. “Well, I’m flattered.”She leaned against the edge of the desk, crossing her arms. “You’ve been working all day. You need a break.”“Work doesn’t stop just because I’m... temporarily indisposed,” he replied, gesturing to his legs.Emma frowned. “That’s exact
The boardroom at Johnson Industries was abuzz with tension. Ethan’s wheelchair glided through the entrance with Jake trailing behind, carrying documents. The air was thick with anticipation as the shareholders turned to face their embattled CEO.Ethan’s icy gaze swept the room. His presence, even seated, commanded attention.“Mr. Johnson,” an older shareholder named Harold began, “we’ve called this meeting to discuss the future leadership of this company.”Ethan raised an eyebrow. “I wasn’t aware my leadership was in question.”Harold cleared his throat. “Given your... condition, we believe it’s in the best interest of the company to appoint an interim CEO.”Ethan’s lips curled into a mocking smile. “My condition has no bearing on my ability to lead. Unless, of course, you have evidence to prove otherwise.”The room fell silent. Harold shifted uncomfortably, but another shareholder, Mrs. Carter, spoke up. “Ethan, it’s not personal. We’re concerned about stability. The company needs a
The room was filled with a sense of quiet anticipation as the hours ticked on. The sterile smell of the hospital and the steady beep of machines were the only sounds breaking the silence. Emma’s contractions had become closer, sharper, and there was no doubt now that the baby was ready to make its grand entrance into the world.She lay back on the bed, drenched in sweat, her breathing labored but steady. Ethan was right there, holding her hand with a firmness that grounded her, as if reminding her that together, they could handle anything. His eyes were full of admiration for her strength, even though the anxiety in his chest was almost unbearable.He kissed the back of her hand, his voice low and soothing. “You’re doing amazing, Emma. Just a little longer, okay? We’re almost there.”Emma gave him a weak but determined smile, squeezing his hand in return. It was overwhelming, this entire experience. But as the pain surged again, she focused on him, on the love they shared, on the fami
The days leading up to Emma's due date were a whirlwind of final preparations. The nursery was perfect, everything from the soft blue walls to the cozy crib. Emma had gone through every possible checklist, from baby clothes to diapers, and the little stuffed animals that would line the shelves, each one symbolizing the new life they were about to welcome into the world.But as much as Emma wanted to feel ready, she couldn't shake the restlessness that had settled in her chest. She was about to become a mother, a role she had never fully imagined for herself until recently, and while she was excited, she was also terrified. The thought of holding their baby, of everything changing, felt overwhelming at times.Ethan had been nothing short of a rock. He was there at every doctor's appointment, his hand always in hers, offering her words of reassurance even when he was anxious himself. He made sure she rested, even when she was eager to start cleaning or organizing the house for what seem
The days were blending into one long stretch of anticipation. Every morning, Emma would wake up to Ethan’s gentle kisses on her forehead, feeling the warmth of his love as he checked in on her and the baby. It had been several months since they’d received the news, and though Emma had grown used to the idea of becoming a mother, it still felt surreal at times. There were moments when she would find herself staring at her reflection in the mirror, wondering if she was truly ready for the next chapter of her life.It was the middle of the week when Emma felt the baby kick harder than ever before. Startled, she pressed her hand to her belly, feeling the fluttering movement beneath her fingertips. The baby had been moving regularly, but this sensation was different, stronger. For a moment, she marveled at the feeling, but then a wave of anxiety washed over her. She hadn’t experienced anything quite like this before, and she couldn’t help but wonder if it was a sign of something.Ethan had
The days were growing warmer, the air thick with the promise of spring, and Emma felt the subtle changes in her body—new aches, new demands from the life growing inside her. As much as she had initially dreaded the idea of giving up her independence, of needing to rest and take it easy, she had found solace in the quiet moments of the past weeks. Time had slowed down, and she could finally catch her breath.Ethan had been her rock, more attentive than she ever could have imagined. His love for her was evident in every action, from the way he’d sit beside her for hours, just talking about their future, to how he’d insist on doing everything for her, even when she tried to push back. The pregnancy had created an even deeper bond between them, and despite the uncertainty they both felt about their future, Emma knew one thing for sure: they were in this together.But she still had her moments of doubt. She couldn’t help but worry about the transition. Would they really be able to handle i
The weeks that followed Emma’s doctor’s appointment were filled with tension and uncertainty. Bed rest had become a part of her daily routine, and while she appreciated the extra attention from Ethan, she couldn’t shake the feeling of helplessness that had settled within her. She had always been independent, able to take charge of her own life, but now, she felt like she was drifting in a sea of unknowns, with only Ethan’s steady presence keeping her afloat.Ethan had taken time off from work to be with her, his usual drive and focus diverted entirely to her and the baby. He was always there, sitting beside her, talking to her, reassuring her that everything would be okay. But Emma could see the way the weight of responsibility was beginning to take its toll on him. His jaw was set in a permanent line of determination, his brow furrowed as if the entire world rested on his shoulders.One night, after dinner, as they sat together on the couch in the dim light of their living room, Emma
The days were ticking by at an increasingly rapid pace, and with each passing moment, Emma and Ethan’s anticipation for their baby’s arrival grew. There were moments of quiet joy, of course, but underneath it all, there was a sense of urgency that neither of them could ignore. It wasn’t just about getting the nursery ready or finalizing baby names anymore—it was about preparing their hearts, their minds, and their lives for a huge, life-changing shift.Ethan had grown more introspective in the last few weeks. He was known for his relentless drive, his unwavering determination, but with the baby on the way, he began to think more about his legacy—about what kind of father he wanted to be, what kind of role model he would become. He was used to being the one who solved problems, who called the shots, who dominated the room. But now, as he stood next to Emma, his hand resting gently on her round belly, he realized that nothing he had ever done in his life would compare to the responsibil
The days passed by quickly, and with each one, the anticipation of the baby’s arrival grew. Emma and Ethan had settled into a routine of baby prep, work responsibilities, and, most importantly, supporting each other. Emma couldn’t help but marvel at the transformation in Ethan. Gone was the cold, business-focused man she once knew, replaced by a softer, more caring version who made her feel secure and loved. And although the thought of becoming parents still filled her with a mixture of excitement and fear, there was an undeniable sense of peace in knowing they were in this together.It was early one morning, just after sunrise, when Emma found herself staring out the window, contemplating the future. She hadn’t felt this content in a long time. As she gazed at the city skyline, she thought about everything they had been through—the heartbreak, the misunderstandings, the doubts—and how far they had come. She had come to understand that the road ahead would never be perfect. There woul
After months of navigating through emotional roller coasters and the weight of unspoken fears, Emma and Ethan were finally finding their balance. It was as if, for the first time in a long while, the storm that had been brewing around them had begun to settle. Life, though still uncertain and filled with challenges, seemed a little more manageable. The chaos at work was slowly becoming a distant memory as they both focused on what truly mattered—their future together and the baby they were about to welcome into the world.The first step was clearing up the mess they had both found themselves in at work. It had always been a struggle to balance their personal and professional lives, but they knew things couldn’t continue that way—not with a baby on the way. It was time to face their responsibilities head-on.Ethan had been working tirelessly to ensure everything at his company was in order. The pressure of his position had never been more intense, but he knew it was no longer just abou
The days were starting to feel like a blur. Emma tried to stay focused, but the constant thoughts of the future—of the baby, of her relationship with Ethan, of what it all meant—kept intruding on her daily life. The weight of uncertainty seemed to follow her wherever she went, and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't shake the nagging feeling that she was losing control.The baby was growing, and with each passing day, it felt more real. The appointments were becoming routine, but the intensity of the emotions she was feeling seemed to heighten. She was happy, she was scared, and, at times, she felt completely overwhelmed.Ethan was more present than he had ever been, but even his reassuring presence didn’t quite silence the fear that plagued her. He kept his promises, always saying that they would face this together, but Emma couldn't help wondering—what if that wasn’t enough? What if she wasn’t enough?As she sat on the edge of their bed, staring at the reflection of herself i