“It’s been ages! Look at you! And look at this little miracle,” Gloria cooed, her hands gesturing toward Ava’s belly.
I stood frozen by the door, my nails digging into the edge of the frame. Ava broke into her signature coy smile, sweet. It was as though they’d been separated for decades instead of however long it had actually been.
The two of them wasted no time conversing; their voices were loud enough to fill the entire house.
Gloria asked about Ava’s pregnancy as though it were the most fascinating thing in the world. “Do you think it’s a boy or a girl?” she asked breathlessly, her tone practically dripping with excitement like Ava's child was going to be her niece or nephew.
Ava placed a hand on her belly and laughed softly. “I’m hoping for a boy, but we’ll see. It doesn’t matter as long as the baby is healthy.”
Gloria’s gaze softened, her expression almost maternal as she placed a hand on Ava’s arm.
“Oh, wouldn’t it just be wonderful if it were Sebastian’s?” she said loudly, throwing a pointed glance in my direction. This bitch.
My hands clenched into fists at my sides. The insinuation wasn’t subtle or hidden. Gloria was well aware that I wasn’t pregnant, and her words were to taunt me, to remind me that I wasn’t. I bit the inside of my cheek, forcing myself to stay silent.
The room felt suffocating, their voices filling every corner. Ava laughed loudly along with Gloria, and it sickened me. I knew better than to say anything. Ava was Gloria’s senior in college, Sebastian’s ex, and clearly still someone Gloria admired. If I said anything, I’d be the one painted as insecure or petty.
“Excuse me,” I spoke. I didn't want to be between them and needed to leave.
I walked back to the living room, forcing myself to focus on my painting. My paintings were at least something I could control in a house that felt increasingly like hostile territory.
But they didn’t leave me in peace.
Gloria wandered over alone. She stood in front of my easel; her arms crossed as she regarded my work with a raised eyebrow.
“Hmm,” she mused. I could hear the condescension in her voice. “It’s nothing special.”
I froze mid-stroke, my grip tightening on the brush.
Gloria didn’t stop there. She tilted her head, her lips curling into a smirk. “You know, Emma, just because you’re playing around with paint doesn’t make you Van Gogh or Leonardo Da Vinci.” She laughed, “But I guess it’s nice to have a hobby when all you do is live off my brother.”
Her words hit me like a slap, but I kept my face calm, refusing to let her see how much they stung. How dare she? Did I live off Sebastian?
As if on cue, Ava walked in, smiling softly as she pretended to flip through my other paintings stacked nearby.
A frown came on my face as she touched everything. I wouldn't say I liked it. “Oh, Gloria, don’t be too hard on her,” she said, “She’s just keeping herself busy. It’s cute, really.” I could hear the mockery in her voice, and it annoyed me even more.
I clenched my jaw, focusing on the canvas in front of me, willing them to lose interest and move on. But Ava didn’t stop. She picked up one of the paintings, a portrait I’d done of Matthew. It was one of my most personal pieces, something I’d poured my heart into because of how much Matthew meant to me.
“Oh, what’s this?” Ava asked, holding it up.
“Don’t touch that,” I said sharply, standing and moving toward her.
But Ava didn’t listen. Instead, she picked up a brush from the nearby table and, with a smirk, dragged it across the canvas, adding a moustache to Matthew’s face and making him look horrible.
My breath caught, and something inside me snapped. “Why would you ruin this painting?” I demanded, my voice trembling with anger.
Ava shrugged, her expression indifferent. “Oh, relax. It’s just a painting. No need to get so worked up over it.”
I couldn’t take it anymore. Before I could stop myself, I pushed her hard, harder than I'd planned. She stumbled backward, falling onto the sofa with a startled gasp.
“Are you out of your mind?” she shrieked, scrambling to her feet.
I didn’t back down. “You’re the one crossing the line,” I shot back. “You have no respect for me or anything in this house!”
Ava’s face twisted with fury, and before I could react, she shoved me back. I stumbled, my foot catching on the edge of the easel, and fell hard onto the floor.
Pain shot through my back and shoulders as I hit the ground, but before I could even think to get up, the front door opened.
“Emma? Ava?” Sebastian’s voice rang out, alarmed.
I looked up to see him standing in the doorway, his eyes darting between me on the floor and Ava, who was clutching her stomach and breathing heavily.
“What’s going on here?” he demanded, he sounded frustrated.
Before I could answer, Gloria stepped forward. “Sebastian, your wife is crazy; she pushed Ava!” she accused, pointing at me as though I were some criminal.
“That’s not what happened!” I protested, struggling to sit up.
But Ava was already playing the victim, her face pale and her voice trembling. “My stomach… it hurts,” she whimpered, one hand resting dramatically on her belly.
Sebastian rushed forward, his focus entirely on Ava. He knelt beside her, his hands hovering uncertainly as he asked, “Are you okay? Is the baby okay?”
I stared at him, my heart sinking. I opened my mouth to speak, to tell him that I was hurt too, that I needed him to care about me.
Sweat beaded on my forehead, my breath shallow as a sharp pain sliced through my abdomen.
I gripped the edge of the couch, trying to steady myself, but the pain wouldn’t relent.
Sebastian knelt beside Ava, his hand gently resting on her stomach.
His focus was entirely on her, not even a glance in my direction.
EMMA'S POVThey. Are. Together.And me? I’m here. On the floor. I sat there, feeling like a total mess, my knees digging into the cold floor, the ache in my stomach still gnawing at me.My hands hung limply in my lap as Ava’s sobs echoed through the room. Honestly, it was worse than nails on a chalkboard."Do you need to go to the hospital?" Sebastian asked, voice laced with worry. But he still hadn’t even bothered to check on me, not once.Ava shook her head violently, tears streaming down her flushed cheeks as she cried, “I’m fine, I’m fine,” over and over again. You could barely hear her over her consistent hiccups as she sobbed. I didn’t move. I didn’t say a word. I just sat there, my eyes blank, staring at the mess of scattered art supplies around me. It wasn’t until Sebastian turned to me that I felt how angry he was. Was he mad at me? Of course, he was. “Emma,” he said, his tone cold like he was preparing to scold me, “how could you be so inconsiderate?” I flinched, but I d
SEBASTIAN'S POV “I'm sorry about everything Seb.” Ava suddenly spoke, making me look down at her. She was sitting on her bed with a fruit plate on her lap which Gloria had provided for her before leaving.“Sorry for what?” I was confused. She didn't have any reason to feel sorry, she hadn't done anything wrong.“For the issues I might have caused between you and Emma.” She bit her lip tightly with teary eyes.“You didn't cause anything Ava. Emma's just going through a tough time right now. She'll come around soon.” I had convinced myself severally that Emma was just going through a tough time and she'd talk about it when she was ready. “Sebastian,” she said softly, her voice trembling just enough to tug at some part of me that still felt responsible for her. “Can you stay with me tonight? Gloria already left and I… I don’t know if I can do this alone and my tummy hurts a little.”I sighed, raking a hand through my hair. “You’re not alone, Ava. That’s why you’re here. Emma and I are
EMMA'S POVThe bedroom was eerily quiet, the silence pressing down on us. Sebastian and I sat just a few feet apart, yet the distance between us felt insurmountable.My fingers played absentmindedly with the hem of my nightgown, twisting and untwisting the fabric.I looked at him, my throat tight as I finally found my voice. “Do you love me?” He didn’t hesitate. “Of course, I love you,” he said as his eyes bore into mine. “I’ve always loved you, Emma, and nothing is ever going to change that.” I wanted to believe him. God, I wanted to believe him. I wanted to hold onto those words and let them soothe the ache in my chest, but a part of me hesitated. “I love you too,” I whispered, and for a moment, everything felt perfect, or at least close to it. “Fuck, I love you so much, Emma. More than anything in this world,” he whispered with a soft smile.“More than yourself?” I asked, teasing lightly with a pout.He nodded; his tone playful. “More than I love myself, and that is saying a
EMMA'S POVI was ready for the worst. Sex. Betrayal. The ultimate cliché!But nope. How ironic. There she was—Ava. Sitting like she owned the damn room, lounging on the edge of Sebastian’s office couch with her long legs stretched. When she saw me? Not even a flicker of guilt. And there was my husband, kneeling by her feet, his hands pressed against her ankles in a way that made my stomach churn. He was massaging her feet like she was fragile china.I froze. My grip on the doorknob tightened, the cold metal freezing my palm. They both looked up at me, but neither seemed startled. Ava gave me a slow, deliberate smile, one I'd become too familiar with. Sebastian, meanwhile, had the audacity to look … unbothered. This son of a…“Oops,” Ava said, her voice sweet, too sweet. She tilted her head, like she hadn’t noticed me standing there until just now. “Emma, hi. I hope we didn’t alarm you.” Her words were honeyed, but the tone? It was as if she was savoring every syllable. Mocking me
EMMA'S POVI looked at Sebastian, standing there so casually, as if nothing had happened. As if tossing out my gift was unimportant. “But, you didn’t even tell me,” I said, my voice low.Sebastian glanced at me, his expression blank, as though he didn’t understand why I was upset. “It’s just flowers, Emma,” he said with a shrug. “I didn’t think it was a big deal.” Wasn't it a big deal? Tears welled up in my eyes again and I hurriedly blinked them away, clenching my fists tightly by my side.Ava, of course, chose that moment to interject. She walked over to him, her movements slow as she placed one hand behind her back and placed the other hand on his shoulder. “Seb, it’s okay,” she said softly, like she was comforting him. “You can keep the lilies. I don’t mind being allergic. If it makes Emma happy, I’m willing to endure it. After all, I’m the one dependent on your kindness. Without the both of you, I don't know where I'd be right now.” I couldn’t believe her. The way she spoke, th
EMMA'S POVWe thought you were the CEO’s wife.I clenched my fists by my sides, willing myself to breathe evenly, to keep my face neutral. But Ava recovered quickly. “Oh,” she said with a soft laugh, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “Looks like there’s been a big misunderstanding. Sebastian and I are just old friends. With a beautiful wife like this, how could I possibly be his wife? I would even want a wife like this.” I caught the flash of a smug smile curling at the corners of her perfectly glossed lips. She didn’t even try to hide it. If anything, she seemed to enjoy it, being called Sebastian's wife. Her eyes sparkled with a kind of triumphant glee that made my skin crawl. She really was evil.How did Sebastian or anyone not see this? Maybe because I was on the receiving end.She clapped her hands together, getting the attention of everyone. “Alright, enough gossip. Let’s get back to it, everyone.” Her tone was light, almost playful, but there was an edge to it that ma
EMMA'S POVWhat the hell? I blinked, my mind struggling to process what she’d just said. Ten million dollars. Divorce him. Leave.“What?” Did I seem cheap?“You heard me.” She placed the card on the coffee table between us, her manicured fingers lingering on it for just a moment before she withdrew. “I think it’s a fair offer. More than fair, actually. I'm sure you've never gotten this amount before so this should keep you afloat for a while.”My heart pounded, as I stared at the card, unable to look away. My hands clenched into fists in my lap, my nails digging into my palms.I hated Ava more than anything in this world.Every single thing she had done today was a part of her plan, taking me on a tour, explaining everything in the company. Ava didn’t just want me to feel out of place, she wanted me to crumble. What the employees had said, the way she and Sebastian bonded over riches, the glint and smirk she always had on when I was uncomfortable, she had planned everything.She had d
EMMA'S POV“Thank you for the tour. I enjoyed it.” I said lastly with a forced smile.I turned on my heel, ready to leave the room. My chest was tight, breathing seemed hard. My hands trembled at my sides, though I clenched them into fists, trying to stop the shaking. I had said my piece. I had stood my ground. I should be happy; I'd finally put her in her place.But I barely made it a few steps before I heard her voice.“Even if you’re pregnant with Sebastian’s child, so what?” I froze mid-step, her words stopping me in my tracks. What?Slowly, I turned back, my heart pounding in my chest. Ava was walking toward me, her steps hurried, her breathing heavy. Her facade of perfect composure was gone.“In the end, you’re nothing but a stand-in!” she shouted. Her eyes blazed with an intensity that sent a chill down my spine. “You think being pregnant changes anything? You think it makes you important?” She stopped a few feet away from me, her chest heaving as she glared at me with disdain
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