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
EMILY’S POVInstead of looking all miserable in the living room, I decide to go to the guest room to get some sleep.I manage to let sleep claim me for a while. Then, the pain strikes.I feel a sharp ache in my stomach, tearing through me so suddenly that I jolt upright with a gasp. My breath comes in short bursts. Another wave of pain rips through me, sharper this time, sending me doubling over. I clench my abdomen as a strangled cry escapes my lips.i cry out.Something feels terribly wrong.I throw the covers back, and my stomach drops at the sight before me. I see a red stain on the white sheets.Blood.No, no, no.A wave of panic crashes over me, and my hands tremble as I fumble for my phone. I swallow down the lump rising in my throat. I dial the only person I can think of—Helen.The line barely rings twice before she picks up."Emily? What's wrong?" Her voice is laced with sleep, but the moment she hears my uneven breathing, she’s wide awake."I..." My voice shakes, "I’m bleedin
EMILY’S POVI sit up in bed, adjusting the thin blanket over my lap as Alexander walks in, carrying a tray of food. His presence fills the space effortlessly. His look alone is commanding, dark, and masculine in a way that makes my breath hitch.“I figured you’d be starving,” he says, setting the tray down on the table beside me. “Hospital food is terrible, but this should be better.”I glance at the takeout container and feel my stomach growl. “You didn’t have to do this.”“I wanted to.” His voice is low but there’s an intensity in his eyes that makes it clear he means it.As I take a bite, he leans back in the chair beside my bed, watching me.“Did I ever tell you about the time I got stranded in the mountains for three days?” he asks suddenly.I blink, surprised. “No, you didn’t. we just met, remember?”He smirks, “I know. I’m trying to lighten up the place”I chuckle “I’m listening”“It was a business trip gone wrong. One wrong turn, a busted tire, and suddenly I was miles away fr
EMILY’S POVThe steady beeping of the heart monitor is the only sound in the room. My fingers trace the blanket wrapped around me. I shift slightly, wincing at the dull ache in my stomach . I couldn’t help but think about something.Carlos stayed.That realization alone tugs at something deep inside me, something I’ve been trying to suppress. He had been here all night. Even when I drifted in and out of sleep, every time I opened my eyes, he was there. Sitting in that chair. His blue eyes watched me with an unreadable expression.It’s foolish, really, to think that it means something. To let myself believe, even for a second, that maybe he still cares. That maybe there’s still something between us.And then, he took a call.From her.Lina.I don’t even know what she said. I only heard her voice and his voice too, responding to her in a way he never does with me anymore. A sharp feeling of jealousy and pain cuts through me, twisting deeper with each passing second of their conversation
HELEN’S POV (CARLOS’ MOTHER)I am furious. The kind of fury that boils my blood and makes my hands tremble with the need to lash out, to scream, to demand answers that I know will only disappoint me.Carlos—my son—has the audacity to even consider leaving Emily for Lina. Emily, who has stood by him, who has given him everything. And yet, he chooses another woman. Just like his father did.My jaw tightens as I remember my past. This situation drags me backward to a time I have tried so hard to forget. A time when I was young, naïve, and in love with a man who had no regard for the vows he made.*flashback*Henry had been charming, handsome, the kind of man who turned heads in any room. I had fallen for him the way all foolish young women do—completely, blindly, and with my entire heart. Our wedding had been grand. It was a dream come true.I remember the first time I suspected something was wrong. Henry had started coming home late. If I asked where he was, he would tell me he was at b
EMILY’S POVThe doctor’s voice is calm as she lists the precautions I need to take. “You need to avoid stress, Emily. Your body is already under a lot of strain. Make sure you get plenty of rest and avoid any sudden emotional shocks. Stress isn’t good for the baby”Avoid stress. If only it were that simple.I nod and force a small smile, though inside, my heart is pounding. As soon as the doctor leaves, I exhale shakily, placing a protective hand over my stomach. I’m determined to do whatever it takes to keep my baby safe.But then a voice from the doorway shatters my moment.“What did the doctor mean by ‘the baby’?”My blood turns cold. My head snaps up, and my breath catches in my throat as I see Lady Helen standing at the door. She walks in with a shocked expression.My heart stops working for a moment. What is she doing here? She heard everything…oh no.“You were supposed to be here for a stomach issue,” she continues “Yet the doctor was talking about a baby. How far along are you
EMILY’S POVAs soon as Helen tells me Carlos had an accident, I can’t help but worry about him. I’m not strong enough yet I don’t care about that. All I care about is him.I have to go see him.“I want to see Carlos” I say.Helen’s expression darkens the moment I tell her I want to visit Carlos.“You can’t be serious, Emily,” she says “You’re still recovering, and after everything he’s done—”“I have to see him,” I cut in “I need to see with my own eyes that he’s alright.”Lady Helen sighs “This is madness. He doesn’t deserve your concern. Not after—”“I don’t care,” I say, gripping the edge of my seat. “I just need to go. Please, ma’amLady Helen looks at me for a long moment before sighing in resignation. “Fine. But if he upsets you, we leave immediately.”I nod. “Agreed.”-When we arrive at the hospital, my heart pounds so hard that I feel faint. Lady Helen steadies me with a firm hand on my arm, but it isn’t her touch that makes my breath hitch—it’s the sight before us.Through t
EMILY’S POV I sit up in bed, stretching my arms and rolling my shoulders. A few days have passed since I first came to the hospital, and now, I’m finally being discharged. I feel relieved that I can finally go home. No more sterile white walls. No more endless beeping of machines. No more nurses coming in every few hours to check my vitals. A gentle knock at the door interrupts my thoughts. Helen steps inside. Her face lights up when she sees me. “You look like you’re ready to escape,” she teases. I chuckle. “More than ready.” Helen sits down on the chair beside my bed, studying me with a thoughtful expression. “How are you feeling? And don’t just say ‘fine.’ I want the real answer.” I sigh, running a hand through my hair. “I feel... better. Physically, at least. My body doesn’t ache as much, and I don’t feel like collapsing every time I stand up. Mentally?” I pause, searching for the right words. “That’s a little harder to explain.” Helen nods, understanding. “It’ll take time,
EMILY'S POVEMILY’S POV(THE DAY OF THE DINNER)That evening, I pace my bedroom with my phone pressed to my ear, Alexander’s smooth voice filling the space around me. I let out a sigh, twirling a strand of hair around my finger."I don’t know, Alexander," I admit, sitting on the edge of my bed. "This dinner… it just feels like a bad idea."He chuckles on the other end. "Why? Because Carlos might bring Lina? Emily, you’re stronger than this. And honestly, what better way to show him you’ve moved on?"I scoff. "I never said I was trying to prove anything to Carlos.""Maybe not, but deep down, you want him to see you thriving. And you are, Emily. You’re beautiful, independent, and way out of his league. He just didn’t realize it until it was too late."His words send warmth spreading through me, and before I can stop myself, I laugh. "You’re ridiculous, you know that?""Ridiculously right? Yeah, I know." I can hear the smile in his voice, and for some reason, it makes my heart skip a bea
EMILY'S POVI sit on the couch with one leg curled beneath me. Bridget, Helen, and I are on a video call."Emily, I’m telling you, this whole situation is insane. Carlos came to visit you yesterday? Why?" Bridget asks.I sigh, rubbing my forehead. "Bridget, I don’t know, okay? I don’t have the energy to think about it right now.""You should, Em. Because if you don’t, I will. I swear, if I ever see that bastard—""I think it’s cute," Helen says. "He’s trying to make up for things.""How about his little girlfriend then?" Bridget asks Helen.A sharp knock at the door makes me sit up. I frown, glancing at the clock. It’s too late for visitors, and I’m not expecting anyone."Bridget, I’ll call you later," I say, already getting to my feet."Wait, who is it?""No idea," I murmur."Be careful. And if it’s Carlos, kick him in the balls for me," Bridget says.I snort, shaking my head. "Goodbye, guys."I hang up and walk toward the front door just as one of the maids opens it. My breath hitch
EMILY’S POVI wake up to the sunlight the next morning. My fingers stretch across the sheets, looking for warmth, looking for him. But the other side of the bed is cold and empty. Just like every other morning since he left.Carlos.I let out a bitter laugh, rubbing the sleep from my eyes as I force myself to sit up. “Damn it, Emily,” I mutter, swinging my legs over the edge of the bed. “You’re stronger than this.”Except I don’t feel strong. I feel hollow. But I can’t let myself drown in that emptiness. Not when I have someone else to live for now.My hands cradle my stomach.“It’s just you and me now, sweetheart,” I whisper, running my fingers over the soft fabric of my nightshirt. “We’re going to be okay.”The baby doesn’t answer, of course, but the thought of them is the only thing keeping me calm. Keeping me moving. If I stop, I’ll fall apart.I push to my feet and make my way to the kitchen. The routine helps. Coffee. Emails. Anything to keep my mind busy. Anything to silence t
CARLOS' POVI swirl the liquid in my glass as I sit alone, lost in thought. I take a slow sip, letting the burn go down my throat, but it does nothing to clear my mind.Lina's voice echoes in my head. Our last conversation left a bitter taste in my mouth, one that no amount of whiskey can wash away. She had been right—of course, she had. But I had been too stubborn, too caught up in my own lies to admit it.She asked me if I was still hung up on Emily. I had hesitated, and that hesitation had said more than any lie could. I wanted to believe that Lina was what I wanted. That I could be happy with her. But sitting here now, staring at the old, faded photograph on my desk, I know the truth.Emily.I drag a hand down my face with a sigh. I had promised myself I wouldn’t think about her, wouldn’t let her haunt me. But seeing her at the ball had shattered that resolve. She had been breathtaking, standing there with Alexander. The way she had looked at him—I clench my jaw, gripping the gla
LINA'S POVThe sunlight pours into my bedroom as I pace around, phone in hand, still caught up in the magic of last night.“Elisa, you should have seen it! The ball was breathtaking. I swear, I felt like royalty walking through those golden doors,” I say, running my fingers through my hair as I step into the bedroom.Elisa laughs “I’m sure you did, darling. You always know how to command a room. Did Carlos stay by your side the whole time?”I scoff, looking through my vanity for my lip gloss. “Of course not. He had to entertain some business acquaintances. But you won’t believe who I saw there.”“Who?” Elisa asks, intrigued.“Emily.” Just saying her name makes my skin crawl.There’s a sharp inhale on the other end. “What? What the hell was she doing there? Is she stalking you guys?”“I wouldn’t be surprised,” I mutter, rolling my eyes. “She was definitely watching. It was pathetic. You should have seen the way she kept staring at Carlos like she still had a chance.”Elisa groans. “Ugh
EMILY’S POVThe classical music playing fills the entire ballroom. I move with Alexander. Our steps are in perfect sync as he leads me effortlessly across the floor. His touch is gentle. His hand rests at the small of my back while our fingers intertwine. The warmth of his palm against mine sends a shiver up my arm."You’re a wonderful dancer, Emily," Alexander says.I laugh softly, tilting my head to look up at him. "That’s all you. I’m just following your lead."He smirks. "I wouldn’t be so sure about that. You move with such grace, it’s as if you were made for this."I can’t help but blush. Alexander has a way with words. He knows exactly how to make a woman feel like the most precious thing in the room."Flatterer," I tease, shaking my head."Honest man," he corrects with a wink. "I have a confession.""Oh?" I raise a curious brow.He leans in slightly, his lips mere inches from my ear. "I’ve been waiting all night to dance with you."His words send a rush of heat through me. "Is
CARLOS' POVI stand there, frozen, watching Emily disappear into the crowd with Alexander. My hands clench into fists at my sides, and my pulse hammers in my ears. She’s gone, just like that, and there’s nothing I can do about it.Beside me, Lina scoffs, breaking the silence. "Seriously, Carlos? You look like you’ve seen a ghost. What?"I don’t answer. I can’t. My chest feels tight, like something is squeezing around my ribs. But Lina isn’t done. "I don't know what you ever saw in her. She's so... plain. And come on, Carlos, there’s no way a man like Alexander Gonzalez is actually interested in her. She probably slept her way into his life."My head snaps toward her. I can’t help the anger flaring hot inside me. "Lina. Don't say that."She blinks, caught off guard by the sharpness in my voice. "What?""Don't ever say things like that about Emily," I say. "You don’t know her. You don’t know anything about her."Lina scoffs again, louder this time. "Are you seriously defending her right
CARLOS’ POVI see her before she sees me.For a moment, I think I’m hallucinating. I blink, once, twice, trying to convince myself that it isn’t real—that she isn’t real. But she is. Standing across the ballroom, dressed in shimmering gold, looking every bit like the goddess she was always meant to be.Emily.My chest tightens as I drink her in, the way the dress clings to her curves, the way the soft lights of the chandelier dance against her skin, giving her an ethereal glow. Her dark hair is falls to her shoulders in flawless waves. Her hair highlights the curve of her shoulders in the most beautiful way. She looks breathtaking, more than I remember, more than I deserve to see.I feel a sharp pull in my chest. I try to ignore it, but my feet move before I can stop them.“Carlos?” I hear Lina call from behind but I pay her no mind. How can I? all I can focus on is Emily.What’s she doing here? I never expected to see her here.Lina says something again but it feels like background
The reflection in the mirror stares back at me. The knot of my tie is perfectly straight. I adjust the cuff of my suit jacket, exhaling slowly as I mentally prepare for the night ahead. The charity gala. Another evening of polite smiles, handshakes, and empty conversations I have no interest in having.The bedroom door bursts open, slamming against the wall."Carlos!" Lina raises her voice.I don’t even flinch. Sadly, I’m already used to her outbursts.I meet her furious gaze in the mirror, watching as she storms in."Have you seen my lip gloss? The one in the gold tube?"I sigh, turning back to my reflection. "No."Lina huffs, yanking open drawers, tossing things aside. "I swear, I left it right here! And now it’s gone. Just perfect."She continues looking. I can feel her frustration growing with every passing second. "I don’t understand why things keep disappearing in this house!"I pinch the bridge of my nose. At this point, my patience is thinning. "Lina, you have a whole damn dra