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 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
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
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
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
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
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 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 The airport buzzed with activity, a chaotic mixture of hurried footsteps, muffled announcements, and the odd crying child. The air smelled of strong coffee and the remaining scent of floor polish. People moved past me, their faces varying—excitement, exhaustion, indifference. But I barely noticed them. I stood near my boarding gate, my suitcase beside me, my hands holding the handle so tightly that my knuckles had turned white. The weight in my chest got heavier with each passing second. I told myself I wasn’t hesitant, that I wasn’t waiting for something—or someone—to stop me. But deep down, I wasn’t sure if that was true. This is it, I thought, looking at the digital sign above the gate. A new start. Paris. A city of art, a city of dreams. A place where no one knew me, where I could shed the weight of my past and finally move on. Beside me, Abigail nudged my shoulder. “You sure about this?” she asked, her voice laced with worry. I forced a small smile. “I
Emma’s POVI could hear a dull roar in the airport. As I stood next to the boarding gate, I had a little too much of a grip on my suitcase's handle. Around me, people were moving quickly: tourists dragging their bags, families saying their goodbyes through tears, and flight attendants moving with practiced speed. Even though there was a lot going on, my world felt strangely still. That was it. A one-way trip to Paris. A new start. A chance to finally leave the past behind. I let out a sigh and looked at the big digital clock above the gate to see what time it was. Fifteen minutes until boarding. Abigail moved around on her feet next to me and carefully watched me. "Are you sure you'll be okay?" I smiled at her as I looked at her. “Of course. I can handle it.” She sighed, folding her arms. “I know you can, but that doesn’t mean you should have to do it alone.” Warmth spread through me at her care. Abigail had been my rock through everything—the heartbreak, the scandal
Sebastian’s POVThere was a heavy, oppressive silence in Alex's office. It was clear from his reluctance that he was concealing something. I leaned forward and spoke in a steady, low voice. "Alex, please tell me the truth." Alex rubbed his temples and let out a short exhale before looking up at me. He hesitated out of remorse, not merely reluctance. Finally, in a tight voice, he stated, "There are things you don't understand." I sat back and scoffed. "Then explain things to me." I was becoming impatient. Since I arrived, you have been evading my queries. The procedure was discussed first, and now this. To Emma, who was Matthew? And why did she go? Alex's mouth clenched. Before he finally let out a breath, his shoulders slumped as though the truth was too much for him to bear any longer, his fingers drumming against the surface. "I've always harboured affections for Emma." It was an insult to the face. My nails dug into my hands as my fingers balled into fists. "What
Sebastian’s POVI fiddled with my sleeve's cuff, my fingers resting on the silky material for longer than was necessary. Long shadows were thrown against the dark wood furnishings in my study as the morning light poured through the floor-to-ceiling windows. As I collected the last papers and carefully placed them in my briefcase, I let out a long sigh.My scheduled heart checkup occurred today, which was a necessary annoyance.The sterile air, the whispered conversations, and the continual reminder of vulnerability were all reasons why I had always hated hospitals. But I was unable to dodge this check-up. Despite my desire for it, my body was not invincible.I had just closed my briefcase when I heard footsteps approaching softly. Our son was in the arms of Ava when she emerged from the doorway. With pure curiosity, he reached out to the world with his small fingers, curling and uncurling."Are you going to the hospital right now?" she inquired, moving the infant a little to repositio
Emma's POVThe chilly night air hit me like a slap as soon as I left the venue, but it was insufficient to quench the scalding embarrassment that was creeping up my spine. Even though the crowd's whispers were muffled by my pounding heart, I could still feel their eyes on me as they scrutinized, questioned, and dissected me as though I were just tonight's gossip.My skin felt hot, and I felt like I was turning red by the second.Like a caged bird yearning for escape, my heart pounded against my ribs as I sped through the sea of people. My throat tightened as I resisted the bile that was rising in my stomach, and I breathed in short gasps. With every hurried step, my elegant heels dug into my skin, but I didn't mind. All I had to do was leave.With a creak, the bathroom door opened, and I staggered inside, holding on to the cool porcelain sink for balance. I felt my stomach heave and twist furiously, but nothing came out. Just gut-wrenching, empty convulsions that left me gasping for a
Sebastian's POVPower is a peculiar entity. With just a phone call, you can change the world around you, make things your way, and destroy someone else's work, yet feelings cannot be erased. It cannot take away the smothering pain in my chest and the flaming anger I felt when I glanced at Emma across the floor. Her pride, her passion, her evidence of existence, her painting was gone. She also realized that I was to blame. She turned slowly, her face unimpressed, but I could see that her fingers were trembling a little. The long breath she took as though fortifying herself. "You did this," she said in a whisper. A declaration rather than a query. Swirling the whiskey in my glass, I shrugged. "Does it matter?" She opened her mouth slightly, but she didn't make a sound. Unshed tears glistened in her dark eyes as the golden brightness of the chandelier reflected in them. Her eyes briefly blazed with something: hurt, betrayal, and tiredness. And then she blinked it away as fa
Emma's POVIt was a calm drive home.I leaned my head against the window and observed the city lights flickering by. I felt the vibrations of the world outside as my fingers delicately touched the cool glass. The wind carried the little smell of rain through the window's tiny opening. "You shouldn't do that," Abigail spoke in a soft yet forceful tone. Her eyes flickered toward me as I turned my head slightly, then back to the road. "Do what?" Even though I already understood what she meant, I asked. She let out a sigh. "Keep the window open in that manner. It's bad for both you and the unborn child." After a moment of hesitation, I rolled up the window. Once more, there was quiet between us. I could feel Abigail's eyes hovering over me every few seconds as she continued to drive. She waited for me to say something. I didn't. Instead, I allowed my thoughts to stray to Gloria's harsh remarks, to the department store, to the baby clothes I had chosen. She treated me like tr
Sebastian’s POV My father's remarks hung in the air like an unresolved storm, and the living room fell eerily silent. "You’re making a mistake." I rubbed the bridge of my nose as I slowly breathed. It had been a tiring conversation—Raymond always managed to get past my well-constructed barriers. But what was it he thought I would do? Go after Emma? She had decided. I was now creating mine. When I looked up, I saw my father going back inside with an unreadable expression as the front door creaked open once more. "Changed your mind?" I mumbled, immediately grabbing for the whiskey glass I had left behind. Raymond took a while to reply. With a groan, he approached the couch and took a seat, closely observing me. "You plan to follow through on all of this? "Are you certain?" he inquired at last. Before responding, I took a slow sip of my beverage and let the warmth to burn down my throat. "I don’t know what you mean." Raymond gave a dry laugh. "Son, don't act foolis
Sebastian’s POVThe living room was bathed in a golden glow as the morning light came through the drapes. With a cup of black coffee in my hand, I sat on the couch and gazed at the unfinished meal on the table.My thoughts were elsewhere.Emma.Her voice was still echoing in my mind, piercing and far away, a wound I hadn't yet healed."Let's not drag this out, Sebastian. You must go on. I've done so already. We cannot continue in this manner."I tightened my grasp on the coffee mug and gritted my jaw.She had spoken so icily, like though she didn't care about me. She seemed like a completely different person. As if she had changed from the person I knew.She was pushing me away for a reason I couldn't see, and I wanted to think it was a lie. What option did I have, though, after everything—after Ava's pregnancy, the divorce, and her inability to stand up for us?"Sebastian," Ava said, interrupting my train of thought.I looked up to see her standing in the doorway, looking as present