SEBASTIAN'S POV“Sebastian, I don’t want this,” Ava said, scrunching her nose at the tray of soup I’d just brought her. She shoved it away like it offended her.I sighed, already feeling my patience slipping. “What’s wrong with it now? You said you wanted soup.”“This isn’t right,” she snapped, tossing her head back against the pillow. “It’s too salty. And the bread? It’s dry. Stale, probably. I can’t eat this.”“Okay,” I said, trying to stay calm. “What do you want, Ava?”She made a big show of thinking, tapping her chin and staring up at the ceiling. I knew she already had something in mind, she just loved making me jump through hoops as always. “A fruit parfait,” she said finally. “But it has to be fresh. Like, with real berries. Not the frozen kind.”“Got it,” I muttered, already moving the tray away and bringing another flask closer.Ava had always been particular and picky about everything, but her demands had only grown more exhausting since she’d been admitted to the hospital.
EMMA'S POVThe air in the café felt colder the moment Sebastian walked close to my table.I spotted him from the corner of my eye, his shoulders tense, his brows furrowed. He didn't usually look like that, so dark, so closed off, but right now, his eyes were locked on me like I’d done something wrong. My laughter died in my throat, and I sat up straighter, my body stiffening on instinct. “Sebastian,” I said, trying to keep my voice light, even though I was very mad at him “I didn’t see you there.” His eyes flicked to Alex, and I swear I could feel the temperature drop. “Who’s this?” he asked, his tone cold. I swallowed, trying not to let his mood rattle me. “This is Alex. He’s… he’s a friend.” After our little discussion, I was sure we were way past doctor and patient.Sebastian raised an eyebrow. “A friend?” His gaze darted to Alex’s white coat, the tag on it. “Funny, you’ve never mentioned having a doctor friend before.” I felt my chest tighten, frustration growing within me. “I
EMMA'S POVIf not for the tiny, innocent fetus inside her, I would have loved to punch her. Okay, maybe not punch her, I'm not a violent person, but the thought of hitting her so she'd have sense? Very tempting. Sebastian would probably divorce me straight up.I gave her a forced smile before turning to Sebastian who also looked confused. "Uh, Seb," I said, forcing a smile as I glanced at him. "Looks like someone's in my seat." Sebastian hesitated, his hand resting on his door, his eyes flickering from me to Ava like he was trying to say something that wouldn't hurt the both of us. "Uh… Ava," he said, his voice low, "do you mind moving to the back? Emma usually rides in the front." Ava turned to him, her face lighting up with an expression so sweet it made me feel sick. "Oh, I would, Seb. Really. But I just can’t stretch my legs properly in the back. You know, with the baby and all…. It's just going to be a hard and painful process for the baby and I, you wouldn't want that right?
EMMA'S POVThe constant beeping of the alarm beside me forced me to wake. I stretched lazily, enjoying the weekend's warmth. My eyes went to the clock on the wall, it was already 10am. How did I manage to sleep for so long?As I turned, I froze, my eyes catching on something unfamiliar, a silk dress, the color of deep burgundy, laid out neatly beside the bed. I didn't own a dress like that. My brows furrowed in confusion until I heard the door creak open. Sebastian walked in, with a huge smile on his face and a large tray in his hands. He dropped the tray on the bedside table and leaned over, brushing a kiss across my forehead, his lips lingering just a moment longer than usual. "Happy three-year anniversary, darling," he murmured, his voice soft and full of affection. "This is your gift." My heart swelled, a smile tugging at my lips. Three years. Three years of love, of memories, of… well, everything. I ran my fingers over the silk dress. It was beautiful and perfect."You rememb
EMMA'S POV The salon smelled of lavender and hairspray, a mix that weirdly calmed me. My irritation began to melt away the moment I stepped inside. “Ah, there she is!” chirped the stylist, a woman with perfectly gelled red hair and a smile that could outshine the sun. “Come, darling, let’s have a look at you!” I barely had time to settle into the chair before she began fussing over me, her fingers quickly fluffing and smoothing my hair.I sat quietly staring straight at the mirror quietly until she was done.She tilted her head dramatically in front of me, as though she were critiquing a masterpiece. “Oh, honey, this cut is everything! Look at you! Just gorgeous,” she gushed, spinning me slightly so I could see myself from multiple angles. I managed a polite smile, my reflection mimicking the same polite enthusiasm I didn’t quite feel even though I was glad I looked pretty. “Thank you,” I murmured. The stylist leaned closer, lowering her voice to a whisper. “So, who’s the l
EMMA'S POVI sat alone at the dinner table, the knife trembling in my hand as I sliced into the steak on my plate. My head was lowered, as tears clouded my eyes.It hurt. Him leaving hurt. Did he even care about how I felt? Did he love her more than me? Enough to leave our anniversary dinner for her.My chest felt tight, my throat burned, but I blinked hard to stop the tears. I shouldn't be crying for a man who didn't know my worth, but this was the man I loved more than anything in this world.I bit down hard on the steak to distract myself from crying but it didn't help. The steak tasted sour in my mouth just like my mood. Time and again, I had swallowed my emotions, buried them so deep that even I wasn’t sure where they ended up. But tonight, something was different. I couldn't just let him go, right?I set the knife and fork down carefully, staring at them for a moment as if they might hold the answers to all the questions popping up in my head. My hands were shaking. My heart
EMMA'S POVI watched the man in the suit settle into the seat across from Seb and Ava curiously. Who was he? Why was he here? I couldn't tear my eyes away from them. Why did Ava look happy to see him? What was going on?Not knowing what was going on was frustrating and it took everything in me to not stomp over to their table and question them.Sebastian leaned back slightly while Ava, practically glued herself to Seb’s side, like she was his girlfriend or wife. Anyone would have the wrong impression. Her arm brushed against his as she leaned closer, her body language screaming intimacy. My stomach twisted as I watched her. She was so blatant, so shameless, as though she had every right to be there.Women really were their own enemies.I clenched my hands into fists, imagining I was punching her in the face. Every time she touched him, every time she smiled at him like she owned him, it felt like a slap to my face. I wished I could beat the shit out of her, Sebastian and the man with
EMMA'S POVThe streets blurred around me as I wandered aimlessly, trying to make sense of what the heck I'd witnessed. My chest felt hollow, like there was a hole in it.Maybe love did kill after all.He actually gave me this divorce on our third anniversary. I thought. I stopped in my tracks, my breath hitching. My anniversary. Our anniversary. While I had been thinking about us, about him, he had been planning… this? To divorce me? And break my heart?Ava’s voice echoed in my mind again, like always. "You’re just a substitute." Tears filled my eyes again. Was she right? Had I been fooling myself this whole time? If I was just a substitute, then why had he said all those things to me, those empty promises, those stupid I love you’s that didn't even mean anything to him. My mind kept replaying the event from the restaurant like a movie. The distant honk of a car horn broke through my thoughts but I barely registered it. The world spun around me, and my vision blurred further as t
Emma’s POVI didn’t even think. My feet moved before my brain could think, and I found myself chasing after Ava, my heart pounding with anger and fear."Ava!" I called as I closed the distance between us. She stopped in her tracks, slowly turning to face me, her lips curling into that same annoying smug, cryptic smile she always had on."Well, well," she said, tilting her head as she looked me up and down. "What do you want, Emma?" Her tone was so mocking it made my anger increase.I stepped in front of her, blocking her path. "What’s your deal, Ava? What are you trying to pull here?" Her smile widened, and she crossed her arms casually. "Me? Oh nothing, I’m just observing," she said, "But you seem a little… tense. Feeling guilty, maybe?" Her words made my stomach twist, but I forced myself to stay calm. Losing it on her here wasn’t going to help. I took a deep breath and tried to keep my voice steady. "Ava, just tell me, how much did you hear?" She raised an eyebrow, her expres
Emma’s POV"Sebastian, what’s wrong?" My voice shook as I crouched beside him on the floor, my heart pounding so hard it physically hurt, badly.He clutched at his own chest, his hand trembling, his face pale and drenched in sweat. His lips moved, but at first, no sound came out. Finally, in a voice so weak it was barely audible, he gasped, "My heart… hurts." I froze for a second. The heart transplant surgery from three years ago. Oh God. No. This had never happened before, was he having complications? My own heart beat faster at that."Sebastian, stay with me," I said, my voice still shaky as I fumbled to pull my phone out of my pocket. My fingers shook so much I almost dropped it. I jabbed at the screen, dialing emergency services. "911, what’s your emergency?" came a voice on the other end."Umm.. there's someone here….he collapsed and I don't know what to do," I stammered, barely able to get the words out. "He had a heart transplant three years ago, and now he’s saying his hea
Emma’s POVThe art class finally ended, and I exhaled in relief. Today had already been long enough and I couldn't wait for it to end.I mean I loved the kids but Sebastian had only made today stressful for me. The kids had already started packing up their things immediately I told them the class was over. Sebastian raised his voice just enough to be heard over the noise. "Come on, kids, say goodbye to Teacher Emma!" "Goodbye, Teacher!" they all flocked around me and chorused, their tiny hands waving as they ran towards the door like they would get an award for whoever reaches there first.I forced a smile and waved back, though my chest ached from everything that was happening, especially the man standing a few feet away from me.As the last kid disappeared into the hallway, silence fell over the room. Just me and Sebastian now. The air felt heavier somehow. It was suffocating and uncomfortable and I just wanted him to leave as soon as possible.I focused on the scattered art su
Emma’s POV He was sitting at one of the low tables meant for the kids, holding a brightly colored wax crayon between his fingers, twirling it like he had every right to be here.The kids sitting beside him were watching him with wide, curious eyes. A few of them giggled, while one brave little boy reached out to poke Sebastian’s arm. Sebastian didn’t even flinch. My grip tightened on the edge of my canvas as I stood frozen at the front of the room, staring at him like he was some kind of alien who had just crash-landed in the middle of my life.And I didn't like this alien at all."What are you doing here?" I finally managed to get out lowly, to avoid scaring the children. "Please leave." Sebastian looked up at me, completely unbothered. He shrugged, setting the crayon down on the table with a certain ease that made my blood boil.His other hand rested on the back of his chair, his expensive-looking watch glinting under the lights as he leaned back slightly. "Since you've refu
Emma’s POVI stared at the long string of numbers on my phone screen, my stomach twisting. I felt bile rise in my throat. The number Abigail had told me was so big it didn't sound real, like it was part of some prank or something.But it wasn’t. It was sitting there, right in Abigail's gallery’s fundraising account, a direct deposit from Sebastian. What the hell was he up to? My thumb hovered over my phone for half a second before I gave in, scrolling to his number and pressing call.He picked up after barely one ring, like he’d been sitting there, waiting for me to call…to cave. "Finally calling me back?" His voice was low, smooth, and tinged with just enough smugness to make my anger rise.I gripped the phone so tightly my knuckles turned white. "What game are you playing, Sebastian? What do you want?" He chuckled softly, the sound only making my blood boil. "Game? I have no idea what you’re talking about. I just saw your art gallery was fundraising and looked a little short
Emma’s POVSebastian’s grip loosened once Abigail spoke, just slightly, but it was enough. My heart was racing, and my body moved before I could think. I drove my elbow back as hard as I could, aiming for his stomach. It connected. Sebastian let out a low grunt, staggering back a step, his arms falling away from me as he clutched his abdomen. "Emma!" he gasped, but I didn’t wait to hear whatever excuse or plea he was about to throw at me.I turned and practically bolted to Alex, my legs shaky and weak. Without even pausing to think, I looped my arm through his, clinging to him like he was my saviour or something.My eyes went to Abigail who looked like she was enjoying this. My eyes moved back to Sebastian and I took a deep breath before speaking."Let me introduce you," I said, my voice sharper than I’d intended but loud enough to make Sebastian focus on me. I looked straight at Sebastian, whose face was twisted with a mix of pain and confusion. "This is my boyfriend." Sebastia
Emma's POV“How did you know I was here?” I demanded loudly with a frown. My heart was pounding so loudly I was sure he could hear it.Sebastian stood there, his hands stuffed in the pockets of his leather jacket, looking way too casual for someone who shouldn’t even be here.“Jenny guessed you’d be at Abigail’s and we'll, here you are,” he replied hesitantly, his voice low, but his eyes, those deep gray eyes, never left my face. My stomach twisted at the mention of mom. Of course, she’d tell him. She always thought she knew what was best for everyone, but this? I thought she hated him for me so why would she tell him where I could be.“I can't believe you actually went to see her. Well, congratulations to her for being right. Now leave.” I crossed my arms tightly over my chest. “I don’t need you here, Sebastian. You shouldn't even be here. We’re divorced, remember?” I stepped forward and pushed him toward the door, but he didn’t budge. He stood there like a statue, his shoulders
Emma’s POVMy mom and I hadn’t been close in a while. We weren’t the kind of family that shared Sunday dinners or spoke every day on the phone like normal family members did.My mom had gotten me from the orphanage when I was younger and we moved to a small farm in the rural Southeast, where life was easy and simple, peaceful even.Back then, it felt like the world was no bigger than our little house and the fields out front. But when I left for the city, that life started to feel distant. We grew apart, little by little, until our conversations were just polite check-ins on birthdays or holidays. She didn’t approve of the choices I’d made. Especially when I told her I was marrying Sebastian. We'd had a huge argument about that."He’s not right for you," she had told me, coldly. "You come from two different worlds, Emma. You’re just doing this because of Matthew." Her words stung then, and they still stung now, because for the first time, she was right and I hated that.After the
Emma’s POVHer bright, expensive bag swinging from her arm like it was a trophy was the first thing I noticed. She was walking with this air of confidence like the world belonged to her even though it didn't.A caretaker trailed beside her, pushing a stroller that looked like it cost more than my first car. Or my second.Abigail nudged me with her elbow, her face scrunched up in confusion. "What are you staring at? Do you know her?" she whispered. I didn’t look away, my eyes locked on Ava as she paused near the desk to adjust her bag. "That’s Ava," I said quietly, but even I could hear the bitterness in my voice. "She’s the reason Sebastian and I ended up like this. The one who'd been staying with us." Abigail’s face darkened immediately, her lips pressing together in a thin line. "Her?" she hissed with more hatred than I expected.She crossed her arms, glaring daggers in Ava’s direction. If looks could kill, Ava would be six feet underground right now. "Want me to go teach her a