Emily's POVThe empty sidewalks of the road from my office window in the Designers' Hub suddenly seemed like the most interesting thing to me as I thought deeply about how to get Max out of jail.I recalled my discussion with the officers in charge of his case a few days back after my visit to him.(Flashback)"Officer, please, this man is innocent. He is in jail for what he knows nothing about. Eric Wilson, the man who accused him, practically forgave him of the debt years back," I explained to the sighing official who just rubbed an impatient hand across his brows as he stared at me."Ms., I need you to understand that this is a critical case. Perhaps, you could ask your boyfriend if he has any documented evidence against Mr. Wilson's accusation. That could do him good—""But he has none! They were supposed to be best friends," I exclaimed, feeling my frustration rolling off me like a steaming rock."This is the law, Ms., and no sentiment is allowed. We work by evidence and not just
Eric's POVThe ticking sound of the clock rang loudly in my ears as I sat at the table, waiting for the arrival of my private investigator, who was supposed to meet up with me to give me a detailed report on how things had been going with Emily since Max's imprisonment."I am so sorry, Mr. Wilson. The traffic was terrible. I had to leave my car and rush down here," he apologized, but I raised my hands to silence him."Save it, Collins," I spat in annoyance. The silly guy had kept me waiting for close to thirty minutes. "You could have texted.""I'm so sorry. I was going to —""The reports," I interjected, my hands stretched quizzically towards him."Yes, sir," he replied respectfully.He dug out a file containing some documents under my observing glare and began to open them."Ms. Emily, sir, has been quite busy this week. She has been working on your wedding outfits—"My icy glare made him stop short and gulp.It made my blood boil that she was still working on those damned outfits l
Emily's POVThis was wrong!As Eric's tongue danced passionately against mine, I felt helpless against him.Shoving him was fruitless at this point. He remained unmoving as my hands pushed his chest.I blinked back the tears that threatened to sting my eyes. The passion he kissed me with was something I had longed for earnestly five years ago.Right now, all I felt was annoyance and irritation.He was the reason Max was in jail, and he was the source of my pain years back. I could not compromise now simply because of some electric kiss.I shoved him harder, causing him to land on his couch."Don't you ever try this with me, Mr. Wilson. I will have you arrested for trespassing if you so much as come within five meters of me," I spat, my eyes blazing with fury."Emily—""I'm done here," I announced, gathering my things."It's late. You can't leave by this time.""Watch me!"My footsteps resounded as I stormed towards the patio door in annoyance and rage."I have an option for your boyfr
Emily's POV"Good morning," I greeted, ignoring the tension in the room upon my entrance. Eric settled in a chair in front of the numerous delicacies that lay on the table while I stood awkwardly for a moment, taking in the layout. Cecilia, as usual, was seated at the head of a table with her nose raised. Alicia sat to her left while Eric sat to her right. The scene reminded me of how I stood awkwardly years years after preparing those meals while they left rude remarks here and there.Cecilia nodded in response to my greeting while Alicia scoffed softly, stabbing her food with the fork. Peharps, she imagined it to be my face."You can take a seat, Emily," Eric offered, drawing me out of my reverie. I blinked multiple times before returning a warm smile to him, suppressing the depressing thoughts.The looks on Cecilia's and Alicia's faces spoke more words than they would. They were beyond irritated by my presence, and they did not fail to write it on their faces."Thank you for you
Emily's POV"What do you mean?" I asked, feeling my heart pounding even in my ears.She was sobbing at the other end of the line."I don't know. She was with me in the kitchen in the evening, telling me about her day when she complained of a pain shooting through her ankle, and she suddenly sl-slumped!"I covered my mouth with my hands, feeling the intense pain and burden I had been carrying from the beginning of the day find expression in my tears."W-Where is she now?" I choked out, jerking to my feet and gathering my things without a second thought."She's at the hospital already, Emily. Are you sure we shouldn't consider what the doctor said the other day?" she asked with a shaky voice, and my heart clenched."I'll work it out!" I snapped, feeling defensive as I recalled the doctor’s advice.It sounded ridiculous to me that my own blood was not a perfect match for Mia, and we had to consider a donor that I had shut out of my life.I zipped my bag with hot tears streaming down my c
Eric's POVI silently observed the light atmosphere in my home for a couple of days as I hung around.My sister had been unusually bubbly, and my mother even had a small smile on her face.As we sat down for breakfast the next day, I couldn’t help but watch them laugh heartily over different irrelevant discussions.Lola suddenly burst into the dining room, her eyes teary."Babe, can you imagine that the designer for our wedding literally ruined my wedding dress?" she screeched, causing my brows to knit together in confusion. "What are you talking about?"She suddenly flipped her phone to my face, showing me the image of a beautiful dress that I had to admit was one of the most stunning dresses I had ever seen. She suddenly swiped it over to the next picture, and I was mortified by the disaster the dress had been turned into."How did that happen?" I asked, feigning concern for her, but I was actually concerned for Emily. Who could have done that to her?My gaze shifted to my mother a
Emily's POV"Anna, you don't have to!"She made a disapproving noise from the other end of the line."I got you into this. It is only right that I am there with you physically to give you the support you need."I shook my head, sniffling slowly."You're already supporting me enough, Anna. You're looking after Mia for me when I can't be there. I can't thank you enough for that."I heard her sigh at the other end of the line, and just as she was about to protest again, I continued."Besides, if you leave now to come over here, no one will be with Mia."My voice broke at the end of my sentence. I would not forgive myself if anything worse happened to her."Emily, you should tell Eric about her. He just might be the perfect match we have been searching for far and wide."My heart raced as she told me the bitter truth I needed to hear, but the scared part of me refrained from paying much attention to it."We will soon get a perfect donor that does not have to be Eric. If I, her mother, was
Emily's POV"The person who ruined the dress is..."My heart raced with both anticipation and relief as I stared at Eric, who seemed certain."The person who Collins points out," he said, nodding towards the man who walked in with him.I watched anxiously, partially expecting him to meet Alice, who was my greatest suspect. To my horror and shock, he walked in Trisha's direction."This woman, Trisha David, is the culprit," he announced, but I shook my head.It did not add up. Trisha was the warmest person who had worked with me at the Designers' Hub, and we had bonded well over the time we had spent together. The ruin of the dress had broken her as much as it had crushed me. She could not be the culprit.I stepped up, staring squarely at Collins."You must be mistaken, Collins," I snapped, glaring in Eric's direction.Was this another prank of his to get another of my friends in jail for what they knew nothing about?"I am certain of what I am saying," he insisted, glaring at Trisha, w