EMILY’S POVThe air between us is thick as we sit at the dining table. I barely touch my food. Carlos sits across from me. His eyes are filled with exhaustion.I prepared something light for him this morning, knowing alcohol always upsets his stomach. A bowl of oatmeal, a few slices of toast, and some fruit. Nothing greasy. Nothing heavy. He eats mechanically. His jaw is tight and his fingers grip the fork a little too hard.I take a deep breath. "Carlos, we need to talk about the divorce agreement."His hand freezes midair, the fork hovering just above his plate. He exhales sharply and sets it down, rubbing his temples like he already has a headache. "Emily, not now.""If not now, then when? We can’t just keep avoiding this."His jaw clenches. "I’m not avoiding it. These things take time.""I understand that, but we need to decide when we’re telling our families," I press, "My grandmother will ask questions. So will your family. We need to be prepared."He lets out a humorless chuckl
EMILY’S POVCarlos hasn’t been home since he walked out the door. It’s been three days.Three days.No calls. No messages. Nothing from him.What do I expect anyway? Why am I so surprised? He’s with the love of his life.I look at myself in the mirror. Tonight, Carlos and I are supposed to attend a special banquet. It’s an important event for his company. Since he’s not around, I have to go alone.I’m dressed in a black evening dress that hugs my curves. There’s a high slit on my left, high enough to reach my thigh. I pair the dress with a pair of red heels. My jewelry sparkles against the lights and my make up is flawless.Even though I’m dying inside, it doesn’t mean I should look it. luckily, I’m not showing yet. Nobody will be able to tell I’m pregnant.After making sure I look perfect, I make my way to the car where my driver is waiting. In silence, he drives us to the location.The moment I step out of the car, the blinding flash of cameras explodes in my face. My fingers tighten
EMILY’S POVI can’t believe Carlos acted like that at the ball. The moment we step into the house, the silence between us is thick and suffocating. Neither of us speaks a word. I don't even spare him a glance as I head straight to my room, shutting the door with more force than necessary.The next morning, I wake up with the events of last night still fresh in my mind. The frustration is still there, but there’s also something else—confusion. I don’t understand why Carlos acted that way, why he seemed so violent.Pushing aside my thoughts, I go through my usual morning routine, determined to act as if nothing happened.Breakfast is a quiet affair. The clinking of utensils against plates is the only sound filling the air. Carlos sits across from me, his expression unreadable as he eats. I refuse to look at him, focusing instead on my plate, even though my appetite is nearly nonexistent.Then, without a word, Carlos reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small box. He places it on the
EMILY’S POVWhen I wake up the next morning, Carlos is nowhere to be found. Again. The cold emptiness of the apartment makes me sad.I sigh, rubbing my temples as I sit at the kitchen table. My fingers absently trace patterns on the wooden surface. My mind keeps drifting back to last night. Not just Carlos storming off ,but also Alexander—the man who, despite everything, had stepped in at the banquet and taken a hit for me.Carlos broke his nose. And now, I can’t help but wonder how he’s doing.I pull out my phone and call Bridget, my friend who was also at the banquet. It rings a few times before she answers.“Emily?” Her voice is laced with curiosity. “What’s up?”“Hey, Bridget. I know this is random, but do you know Alexander?”“Alexander Hamilton? The one your husband beat up last night. What went wrong?”I sigh “It’s a long story. Do you know how he’s doing?”“I heard he was taken to the hospital”My eyes widen in surprise. Poor guy.“Which hospital?” I ask.“I heard he’s at St.
EMILY’S POVA message from Carlos comes just before noon. My phone vibrates on the countertop, and when I check, his name flashes on the screen.Carlos: Come to my office.There’s no greeting, no pleasantries. Just a direct command. A part of me should be irritated, but I’m not. Instead, I stare at the message, feeling a strange weight on my chest. This is it—the moment I’ve been waiting for. The moment where I finally get to set him free.I glance at the clock. 11:47 AM. Almost lunchtime. Before I leave, I want to do one last thing for him. I send him a message.Me: Have you eaten?The reply comes almost immediately.Carlos: No.Just like that, my decision is made. My fingers tighten around the phone, and I push away from the counter. The maids are already busy preparing lunch, but I stop them.“I’ll cook today.”They blink at me in surprise. “Miss, we can—”“I want to do it myself.”They hesitate, exchanging glances before nodding and stepping back. I take a deep breath and roll up
EMILY’S POVThe moment Carlos leaves, an unbearable silence settles in the room. Lina turns to me. her lips curl into a smirk that sends a shiver down my spine. There is something triumphant in her gaze, as if she has been waiting for this moment."You poor thing," she sighs, tilting her head as she looks at me. "I almost feel bad for you. Almost."I narrow my eyes at her "What are you talking about, Lina?"She steps closer, lowering her voice. "Carlos and I... we were meant to be together. You do know that, don't you?" Her words drip with false sympathy, and my stomach knots painfully. "If it weren’t for his family—your grandmother, to be precise—he would’ve never married you."My breath catches in my throat. "That’s a lie."She chuckles. "Is it? Let me enlighten you, Emily. Years ago, I was forced to leave Carlos. Not because he wanted me to go, but because his family demanded it. I was sick. Weak. And they thought I wasn’t good enough for him. They threatened me, threatened my fam
EMILY’S POVI step out of the office with my heart pounding. My mind is racing with everything that has just transpired. I can barely process the emotions inside me—anger, betrayal, exhaustion—until I hear a familiar voice call my name."Emily."I turn to see Sir Henry standing a few feet away. His usual stern expression is softened with something that looks almost like regret. Carlos' father is a proud man, always composed, but today, I can see pity in his eyes."Sir Henry," I say, forcing a polite smile despite the ache in my chest.He looks me over then sighs. "I had a feeling this would happen, but I didn’t want to believe it. Carlos... he has always been reckless, but I never thought he would be foolish enough to hurt you like this."His words strike something deep within me. I swallow hard, keeping my emotions in check. "Well, he did," I say, my voice steadier than I expected. "And now, we’re done."Sir Henry’s brows furrow. "Done?"I nod. "We’ve decided to divorce."For a momen
EMILY’S POVThe car ride to Carlos’ family dinner is surprisingly peaceful.Carlos keeps stealing glances at me as he drives. I notice his hand gripping the steering wheel a little too tightly. I pretend not to notice, staring out of the window as the trees blur past. It’s the first time in a long while that we aren’t at each other’s throats, and part of me hates how nice it feels.When we arrive at his parents' house, Carlos is quick to open the door for me. His hand lingers on the small of my back as we walk up the driveway. I stiffen at his touch, but he doesn’t move away.The house smells like roasted meat and spices. When we get in, Carlos’s parents greet me with tight hugs. His mother holds me a little longer than necessary.“Mi hija,” she whispers. “It’s good to see you.”Carlos’s older brother, Mateo, gives me an easy grin, always the charmer. He hugs me briefly, patting me on the back “Emily, you look good. It’s been too long.”I force a smile, even as I feel Carlos’s hand tw
CARLOS' POVThe screen behind me lights up with the final slide of my presentation. It's a clean detailed graph that shows our revenue climbing steadily over the past two quarters. I let the room fall into silence for a few seconds, savoring their anticipation before I speak again."—and if we follow this trend, introducing the Phoenix Expansion Project next month as outlined," I say, "we're projected to increase profits by an additional eighteen percent before the end of the quarter."I click the remote once more. Another graph appears. This one highlights our competitor’s sluggish growth in comparison. Quiet murmurs spread through the boardroom.I glance at the long table, where the board members sit in their dark suits. Some are leaning forward, some sit back with their arms crossed — but all with their eyes glued to me. And then, my gaze drifts to the man at the head of the table — my father.He isn’t leaning forward or sitting stiffly; he is relaxed with a small rare smile tuggin
EMILY’S POVThe air in the room thins until it feels like I’m breathing through a straw.I stare at Lina in shock. For a moment, I think I’m seeing things.What the hell is she doing here?My mouth is dry and my heart is hammering so loud I can barely hear anything else. She stands there in the doorway like she owns the place, hips cocked to the side, perfectly manicured nails tapping against her tablet. Her red dress clings to her body like it’s painted on. Her hair falls down her shoulders in perfect, glossy waves.I force my voice to work. "Lina? What... what are you doing here?"“Lina?” Bridget echoes in confusion.Lina smiles. That smug, superior smile she’s perfected so well. It’s like she’s drinking in the chaos she’s just unleashed, savoring it. She catwalks into the room as if she belongs there.Around me, the board members shift uncomfortably. I hear low whispers.Bridget, from the side of the room, mutters under her breath, "Oh, you've got to be fucking kidding me."Victori
EMILY’S POVThe trip to Paris was great. Alexander’s driver drops me off at home. I didn’t have anything to drink but for some reason, I feel hungover.I’m barely through the front door when my phone buzzes again. A maid opens the door for me.“Good day, Miss Emily” she greets.“Hi” I say to her with a smile “How are you?”I go in, slipping out of my shoes, and glance at the screen. It’s an email.I tap it open, expecting another promotional message or maybe something from the clinic — but when I see the subject line, my heart leaps into my throat.Partnership Proposal: Maison de Lune Fashion House.I blink once. Twice. Just to make sure I’m not seeing things. No, I’m not imagining it.My fingers fumble a little as I click it open, reading the words over and over again. They’re inviting me — me — to a meeting. They want to talk about bringing my designs to life. They’re interested in opening a studio. With me.A squeal rips out of me before I can stop it. I spin around in the middle o
DANIEL’S POVI sit at my desk. My fingers are tapping on the table as the monitor in front of me flashes search results. Lina. Lina. Lina. Dozens of articles. Hundreds of names. None of them her.Each time I think I've found a lead, it slips through my fingers like smoke. A "Lina Morales" in Boston — no match. A "Lina M." in Los Angeles — wrong face. Wrong age. I close each tab one after another. With each second, I get more frustrated."She's a ghost," I mutter under my breath. Not even a damn traffic ticket. Not a whisper of scandal. Nothing. And that, in itself, is the biggest red flag of all.Nobody's that clean. Not unless they have a reason to scrub their past.I know nothing about her apart from the fact that she was married which I find absurd.I lean back in my chair, running a hand through my hair.Why are you hiding, Lina? What the hell are you so desperate to erase?I can't shake the feeling — that itching intuition that something big is sitting just beneath the surface, h
CARLOS’ POVThe sun is too damn bright.I squint as I step out of the car, watching Lina prance ahead of me toward the massive baby boutique like she’s heading into a candy store. Her heels click confidently on the pavement and her hand waves behind her as if to say come on, slowpoke. I catch up because I have to—not because I want to.Truth is, I feel like I’ve been dragged here. Like a leash has been tied around my neck, pulling me along with every smile, every “Carlos, this’ll be fun,” As the glass doors slide open, I hear the sound of lullabies inside the store. Everything is shiny. Expensive. The kind of place where cashmere blankets are folded like art and cribs cost more than some people’s rent.“Isn’t it beautiful?” Lina’s voice is sugar. She spins on her heel and takes my hand, tugging me forward. “I’ve been dying to come here.”I give her a faint smile. “Isn’t it a little early to be shopping?”She waves me off. “It’s never too early. We’re gonna be parents, Carlos! We nee
CARLOS’ POVIt’s nearly midnight by the time I pull into the driveway.I don’t move.My hand rests on the steering wheel. My fingers are clenched around it like I’m hanging on to something that isn’t there anymore. I stare at the door. The light above it is on—of course it is. Lina always waits up. Whether it’s out of care, obligation, or suspicion, I still haven’t figured out.I lean back into the seat and close my eyes, trying to breathe through the weight that presses down on my chest.Emily.Her name slips into my thoughts. No matter how hard I try to shove her into some corner of the past, she always finds a way to creep back in. Her laugh. The way she used to greet me at the door in those big, fuzzy slippers with her hair pulled back and a smile that felt like home.God, I’m such a damn idiot.I divorced her. Why?Because it started as a contract. That’s what I keep telling myself. It was supposed to be transactional. Practical. We were never meant to feel anything.Except we do
Emily’s POVThe silk of the green dress shimmers under my fingertips as I smooth it down over my hips. I stare at my reflection one last time. The sweetheart neckline is modest yet elegant.The dress is perfect. Absolutely perfect.I snap a few pictures, biting my lip as I angle my phone just right. Then I hit send—to Bridget and Helen, because of course I have to. Almost immediately, my phone buzzes.Bridget: Girl, are you trying to end him? 😍🔥Helen: You’re a goddess. If he doesn’t faint on sight, I will.I laugh out loud. With one last spritz of perfume and a shaky deep breath, I step into the hallway and make my way down the elevator.Alexander is waiting in the lobby.The moment his eyes land on me, his eyes widen in surprise. He straightens to his full height. His eyes are locked on me like I’m the only woman in the world. Slowly, he walks to me with his lips partly open.He stops just in front of me, reaching for my hand as though it’s sacred. Then he lifts it to his lips.“Y
EMILY’S POVBack at the hotel, I slip off my shoes and finally exhale. After a quick shower, I pull on an oversized t-shirt Alexander gave me and crawl into the ridiculously soft hotel bed. I grab my phone and snap a couple of photos—the city skyline glowing from the window, the luxurious bathroom, the impossibly fluffy robe hanging on the door.I send them to Bridget and Helen.Bridget replies almost immediately: You’re one kiss away from falling for this man.I snort. Not gonna happen. He’s just… being sweet.Helen sends three heart-eyes emojis. Sweet is a slippery slope.I toss my phone aside and lie back, staring up at the ceiling. The room is quiet. I should feel relaxed, but instead, my mind won’t shut off. I’m grateful, absolutely. This whole surprise trip is thoughtful and generous. But not romantic. Not for me. And yet…I wonder if I’m being unfair. Am I giving Alexander the wrong idea? Should I have drawn a clearer line? He’s sleeping in the next room, probably thinking thi
EMILY’S POVThe jet touches down in Paris, and even though I’m tired to the bone, I press my face to the window like a kid. The city lights sparkle below us, and off in the distance, the Eiffel Tower glows like something out of a dream.I’m here.I’m actually in Paris.I can hardly believe it.Sure, I’ve traveled to a lot of places. But the fact that Alexander brought me here is still surprising to me. I mean, what guy takes you on his private jet to Paris all because you were having a stressful time? It says a lot about him and I don’t know how to process it.I rub my belly, smiling down at my child.“Hey baby” I whisper “We’re in Paris”As we step off the plane, the cool night air hits me. I shiver a little, and Alexander places a hand lightly on my back.“Welcome to the City of Lights,” he says with a smile in his voice.I smile back, trying to hide how overwhelmed I feel. “I still can’t believe you brought me here.”He gives me that look—like he’s proud of himself. “Just wait unti