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 POVWhen I opened my eyes, it was like waking up from a coma. The lights were way too bright, and the beeping of some machine beside me made my head pound even worse. Everything felt sore, my arms, my legs, my belly, even my chest. What in the world happened to me? My vision was blurry as I looked down at my arm which was connected to an IV.I blinked a couple of times, trying to adjust, and then I saw him sitting there.Sebastian. He was right next to my hospital bed, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees like he’d been waiting for me to wake up. His face looked worried, but also... tired. He sat up straighter as soon as I moved, his voice soft. “Emma. You’re awake. Thank God. How are you feeling? Are you okay?” I didn’t answer him right away. I just stared at him, trying to process everything. How was I feeling? What kind of question was that? I felt awful, physically and... emotionally. But all I could focus on was the one thing that had been stuck in my head since
EMMA'S POVI turned and saw Dr. Alex. Sebastian's lead surgeon, standing there. The sight of him pulled me back to a moment I had tried not to dwell on, his steady hands, his calm voice when I'd cried to him about finding who had Matthew's heart."Dr. Alex," I said, quickly wiping at my face, hoping he wouldn’t notice the redness in my eyes. God, the last thing I needed right now was for someone else to ask me what was wrong. "Emma," he greeted. “Long time no see.” The corner of his mouth tugged upward in an attempt at a smile, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “It’s been three years since the surgery.”I nodded stiffly, unsure what to say. Three years. Three years since Matthew’s heart became Sebastian’s. Three years since I begged Alex to tell me who received it, desperate to know where Matthew’s heart would go, who was going to keep it. Three years since I met Sebastian.“Yeah.” I muttered awkwardly after a while.“You came to me back then,” Alex continued, his tone gentler now, “aski
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 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