My husband brought his pregnant ex into our home, claiming the baby isn’t his, that he’s just helping her out. But that woman? She’s running the show, making it clear she wants to tear us apart. My husband always defends her, even though he swears he loves me. She told me I was just her replacement and and my husband’s actions proved it. Everything seemed perfect... until she uncovered my BIG secret. She pushed my husband to find out the truth: that I only came close to him for my first love...
View MoreSEBASTIAN'S POVThe tires screeched slightly as I turned the corner, driving faster than I probably should have. My hands gripped the steering wheel tightly, my knuckles white.I tried to keep my breathing steady, but my chest felt tight. Impatient wasn’t even the right word for what I was feeling, I was on edge. I wanted to get home as soon as possible.I didn’t even know what I was expecting when I got home. Maybe I thought Emma would still be there, that I could finally get her to talk to me. Maybe I could fix this, or at least try. I need to try. I didn't want us to separate. I wanted…needed her.When I pulled into the driveway, the door was slightly open, and my heart jumped. She had to be inside. She hadn’t left yet. Relief flooded through me, and I practically bolted out of the car. But when I stepped into the house, I froze. My dad was sitting on the sofa. His posture was stiff, his face stern and unreadable as usual, but his eyes, there was something else. Anger, maybe di
EMMA'S POV“I can’t believe Sebastian turned out to be such a scumbag. Getting a divorce is definitely the right choice!” Abigail said angrily, as she slammed her fist on the gallery’s wooden table.A muffled thud echoed through the room, and the art supplies scattered across the table rattled. A jar of paintbrushes nearly tipped over, but she didn’t seem to care. I flinched slightly at the sound, but I didn’t look up. My fingers curled tightly around the cup of water in my hands. I stared down into it, watching the faint ripples from my shaky grip. “I don’t want to talk about him anymore, Abigail,” I said softly, barely above a whisper. Abigail’s features softened for a second, like she regretted the outburst, but then she nodded firmly. “You’re right,” she said lightly. “No more talking about him! He’s not worth our time.”She glanced over at me, her lips twitching into a small smirk like she was trying to pull me out of my depression. “How about this, tonight, we go to a bar,
EMMA'S POV“No,” I said immediately, my voice a lot firmer than I'd expected, though my chest still hurt. “I’ve let go. For me, this marriage has reached its end and there's no reason to continue it.” Raymond just sat there, his eyes softening as he looked at me. For a moment, I thought he might try to argue, to convince me to reconsider like any normal person would. But instead, he nodded slowly, letting out a quiet sigh. “You’re a good girl, Emma,” he said, his voice low and I could hear the sincerity in it.Hearing that, my throat tightened, and suddenly, it was like all the emotions I’d been trying to push down returned quickly.My chest ached, and I could feel the sting of tears in my eyes. I quickly blinked, not wanting to cry. I'd promised myself not to cry for anything related to Sebastian. But it was too late, my vision blurred slightly, and I had to look away. I don’t even know what came over me, but before I realized it, I stepped forward and wrapped my arms around hi
EMMA'S POVI was sitting cross-legged on the floor of the living room, a mess of clothes and half-packed boxes scattered around me. It felt like my hands were moving on autopilot, folding and tucking things into the boxes.But inside? I felt empty. Like, completely hollow. I couldn't even think about anything, not Sebastian, not Ava, nothing at all.I thought I’d be angry, or sad, or something. But there was just this heavy numbness that made it hard to even think straight.My phone buzzed on the coffee table, lighting up with a notification. I didn't want to talk to anybody right now. I sighed and leaned over to grab it.It was a photo from Ava. How did she even get my number?I stared at it for a moment. It was Sebastian, holding a pair of scissors, his face all serious and focused as he cut the umbilical cord for Ava’s baby.He looked... I don’t know, gentle, I guess. Almost like the Seb I used to know. I kept waiting for some big emotion to hit me, jealousy, heartbreak, anger, bu
Sebastian’s POV “Really? That’s great!” Ava’s voice was practically bubbling with excitement, her tone so cheerful and over-the-top that it made my stomach twist.I stared at her, trying to make sense of it, but all I could feel was this growing unease. Why did she sound so…happy? She shouldn't be happy? I literally just told her Emma and I were getting a divorce, or she didn't hear me well? Was this something that happened to ladies after giving birth?I frowned, my voice dropping as I asked, “You’re seriously happy that Emma and I are breaking up?” Ava sat up in her hospital bed, her energy catching me off guard. Her eyes were bright, almost too bright, and the faint smile on her lips didn’t sit right with me.“Seb,” she said like it was the most obvious thing in the world, “don’t you see it? We’re the perfect match. We always have been. When I left, you used Emma as my replacement. You know that. And now that I’m back, we can finally be together….like we were meant to. Like we
Sebastian’s POV Separate? Divorce? I couldn’t process the words. My mind spinned as I stared at Emma, who stood in front of me with tears running down her face. Had I really pushed her to do this? Was this really all my fault?“Sebastian, I just need your signature, and it will all be over,” she said, her voice breaking on the last word. Her teary eyes stared straight at me. The determination in her stare was like a wall I couldn’t climb, and yet all I wanted was to break through it…break through to her. Before I could even open my mouth to respond, she turned abruptly, her sobs muffled as she buried her face in her hands. And then she ran…ran like she couldn’t stand to be near me for even another second. “Emma, wait!” I called out, but my voice barely escaped my throat. My legs felt weak and like they were glued to the spot as I watched her disappear down the hallway, her figure rounding the corner.Fuck, what have I done?I looked down at the crumpled divorce agreement in my h
Emma’s POV Both Sebastian and the doctor’s eyes fell on the letters at the top of the document, Divorce agreement. Everywhere became tense as they both read the document. The doctor cleared his throat, his face a mix of discomfort and pity, like he’d walked into a drama he desperately wanted no part of. “Sir, I’ve done what I need to do here. You two can carry on,” he said stiffly, his voice polite but rushed. He didn’t even meet my eyes as he edged toward the door. I couldn’t blame him. Who’d want to stick around for this? The silence that followed after the doctor left was suffocating and unbearable. Sebastian didn’t say anything at first; he just stood there, still staring at the document in his hands.His jaw tightened, and his eyes…God, those eyes I used to get lost in, shifted to me, filled with something I couldn’t quite place. Finally, he spoke, his voice low. “I won’t sign it.” My stomach twisted at his words, the anger I'd been holding back earlier returning again
EMMA'S POVJust minutes after Sebastian stormed out of the room, the door opened again, but this time it wasn’t him, fortunately.A man in a suit stepped inside, holding a leather briefcase that screamed business. My lawyer. I sat up straighter, wiping my clammy hands on my blanket as he approached me with a calm, professional expression.He handed me the stack of papers without saying much, just a polite nod as if he knew words weren’t necessary. My eyes landed on the white divorce agreement in my lap, and for a moment, I just stared at it.My chest felt tight and it hurt. It felt like I was ending an important part of my life but beneath all of that, there was something else. Determination. This was it.This was the clean break I needed. No more back and forth, no more second-guessing or waiting for Sebastian to explain himself. No more hoping for something that would never come. No more Ava and Sebastian. This couldn't drag on any longer, the sooner I signed, the lesser my pain wou
SEBASTIAN'S POVI pushed the door open, my heart in my throat as I stepped into the hospital room. My eyes immediately landed on them.Emma and Alex, locked in an embrace.They didn’t even notice me at first. My breath caught, and for a second, I couldn’t move. Then the words just came out of me, louder than I intended.“What the hell is going on here?”Emma jerked back from Alex, her wide eyes snapping to mine. But instead of looking guilty or surprised, her expression hardened in an instant.Her lips pressed into a thin line, and her glare became so cold. If looks really could kill, I'd be five feet underground right now.“Sebastian,” she said sharply, like she was speaking to someone she hated, “please leave.”Leave? Why would she ask me to leave and not Jace? Or did she make a mistake? I stared at her, still trying to process what I’d just walked in on.My mind was spinning, my chest tightened as I stared at her cold eyes.“What..why are you in the hospital?” I asked, my voice crac
EMMA'S POVTwo pink lines staring back at me from the test bar. The doctor’s words kept playing over and over in my head. "Congratulations, you're pregnant. About three weeks along."Oh. My. God. For someone with PCOS, this was HUGE. I mean, HUGE. It felt like I’d won the lottery... but instead of cash, I got a baby.I couldn’t stop smiling as I walked out of the clinic. I was already painting pictures of our future in my mind. Sebastian was holding our baby, his usually grave face softening as he held our child. A family of three. My family. What I'd always wanted.Lost in my thoughts, I didn’t notice the woman in front of me until it was too late. My shoulder bumped into hers making her nearly fall, and I turned quickly, startled, to see a heavily pregnant woman glaring at me. “I’m so sorry,” I said immediately, panic rising in my chest. “Are you okay? Did I hurt you or…” The woman’s pretty face hardened. She rubbed her belly protectively, her expression shifting to disdain. ...
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