EMMA'S POV I flicked on the light, and there he was.Sebastian.He was sitting on the sofa, his posture stiff, his face had an expression that could only be described as anger. His eyes snapped to me the instant the room brightened.I could feel his gaze on him, but I wasn’t about to give him the satisfaction of acknowledging it. My pulse quickened, but I kept my face cold, as I walked past him toward the stairs. I didn’t even make it halfway up before I heard the sound of him standing up. “Emma,” he snapped, his voice loud. I didn’t stop. And then he was in front of me, blocking my path at the base of the stairs. His movements were frantic, and I could feel the tension radiating off of him. His jaw was tight, and his eyes had something between anger and desperation.Desperation ? Maybe I was seeing things."Why did you go out with Alex?" His voice was low but I could hear the anger. "Did you even see how many messages and calls I sent you?" I froze. My heart thudded loud
EMMA'S POV"Compensation from her late boyfriend's car accident?" I asked, my voice quieter now.Compensation? Oh shit. How did I mix it up? Or maybe he was lying. Men would say anything to make you feel better.Seb leaned back slightly, running his hand through his messy hair like he always did when he was trying to keep calm. "You forgot. I told you about it before," he said, his tone careful, like he was walking on eggshells and didn't want to annoy me further. "It’s... it’s a complicated case, Emma. Ava needs my help." I frowned, my arms crossing over my chest. I wasn’t sure if it was the way he said her name or the fact that he always seemed to be at her beck and call, but something about this whole situation just didn’t sit right with me.I mean he was probably telling the truth but I still didn't feel comfortable with the whole thing.Before I could say anything, though, Seb’s voice softened. "How could I ever divorce you?" he said suddenly, making me pause. For a moment,
EMMA'S POVWhen I heard Sebastian say those words, it was like fireworks exploding in my chest. Finally. Ava was moving out. I wanted to jump up and down, pump my fists in the air, or maybe even let out a little victory scream. But no, I had to keep it together. I couldn’t let her see how much this meant to me. So instead, I just sat there, keeping my expression as neutral as I could, even though I was celebrating inside. I glanced at Ava, who looked completely shocked and probably annoyed.She didn’t seem to notice the slight twitch at the corner of my mouth that I couldn’t quite suppress. She was focused on Sebastian who looked like he'd made up his mind. "Seb, what do you mean?" she demanded, her eyes wide. "You want me to move out? You think I’m a bother, don’t you?" She asked loudly, her voice dripping with accusation and she crossed her arms like a child.Sebastian sighed, his jaw tightening as he rubbed the back of his neck. I could tell he was trying to stay calm, but I co
EMMA'S POVSebastian saw me. Of course he did. He always did. And the moment his eyes locked on mine, I turned and bolted. "Emma! Wait!" he called out, his voice echoing behind me. I didn’t stop. I didn't know where I was running to but I needed to be far away from them. From the courthouse. From everything."Emma, stop! Just listen to me!" I heard Seb yell from behind me as he ran after me."Leave me alone!" I snapped, not even looking back. But he didn’t give up. He didn’t stop. I felt his hand brush against my arm as he tried to grab me, and in one swift move, I whirled around and moved out of his reach. My chest was pounding. "What do you want, Sebastian?" I spat, glaring at him angrily. "I saw it. I saw everything. She kissed you! On your freaking face!" His face twisted with shock. "Emma, it’s not what you think…" "And what do you think I’m thinking?" I cut him off, my voice rising. We probably looked weird to everybody passing by but right now, I couldn't care less ab
EMMA'S POVWhen I got home, I barely recognized the place. It was chaos, boxes everywhere, movers hauling furniture out the door. The sound of shuffling feet and banging echoed through the house, making my head throb. I never expected Ava's moving would cause a lot of noise and nuisance.I stepped over a box labeled kitchen stuff and spotted Sebastian standing near the doorway, talking to one of the movers. He looked… exhausted. His shirt was wrinkled, his hair was tousled, and there was sweat on his forehead. None of that mattered, though, because I had questions. "Where’s the house you found?" I asked, crossing my arms as I approached him. Sebastian turned to me, his eyes softening a little when he saw me. "It’s nearby," he said after a pause. "About two kilometers away." I frowned, my arms tightening across my chest. "That close?" My voice came out sharper than I intended, but I couldn’t help it. After everything, the thought of Ava still being so close to us made my stomac
EMMA'S POVI couldn’t believe what I was seeing. Like, literally, my brain couldn’t process it. I just stood there in the doorway, frozen, staring at them. They didn’t even notice anyone enter.My heart felt like it had been ripped to shreds, like someone had reached into my chest and yanked it out with bare hands. It hurt. It hurt so much. Tears welled up in my eyes, my lips quivered, my hands trembled as I stared at them.Sebastian was supposed to be my husband. My everything. And now… now he was laying there with her. Ava. Of all people, her. They were tangled up in each other like some cheesy rom-com scene, except this was my life, not some dumb movie. I felt like I couldn’t breathe, like the walls were closing in on me. My throat was tight, and my hands were shaking so badly,my heart tightened. My feet moved before my brain even caught up, and I turned and bolted out of the living room. I didn’t even care about making noise. If they heard me, fine. If they didn’t, whatever. I j
EMMA'S POVI sat on the edge of the hospital bed, my phone clutched so tightly in my hands, it felt like it would break.Tears dripped off my cheeks, landing on the screen and smudging the surface. My thumb hovered over the next photo in the album, a picture of Sebastian and me at the beach last summer.His smile was so bright, so perfect and I was tucked up against him, my eyes practically glowing with the kind of happiness that made you feel warm all over.But now? That happiness was gone. Everything between Sebastian and I was gone. Our love, care and happiness for each other.I wiped at my eyes with the sleeve of my hoodie, but it didn’t help much. My vision was still blurry, the smiley faces in the pool now looked like they were underwater.I sniffled and pressed delete. It was the fifth photo I’d deleted in the past ten minutes. Every time I hit that button, it felt like I was destroying a part of myself, making me sadder. My heart was screaming at me to stop, to at least keep o
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 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