EMILY’S POVThe moment I step inside the house, the air shifts.Daniel squeezes my hand as we enter."You got this," he murmurs softly, just for me.I smile at him. He gives me one final look before slipping away to take his seat further down the long dining table.I swallow the lump rising in my throat and move to the chair assigned to me. Of course, it has to be directly across from them. Carlos and Lina. Like a cruel joke.Juliet is beside me. Kathy waves at me from a few seats down with a smile. A few of the other cousins nod and smile, their faces kind. The rest, however, have that gleam in their eyes. The one that means they’re waiting. Watching. Like spectators before the main event.I sink into my chair, spine straight, chin up.Juliet ducks slightly under the table, and I hear the familiar clink of her flask before she comes up with a mock-serene face."Just a little liquid courage," she whispers. "God knows I’m gonna need all the alcohol in the world to deal with Lina tonigh
CARLOS’ POVI didn’t expect to see her here. Not like this. Not tonight.Emily.My throat tightens at the sight of her. God, she looks… radiant. That red dress is simple but it hugs her like it was stitched from starlight. Her hair falls to her face in soft waves that frame her face like a painting, and there’s a grace in her walk, in the way she holds herself, that makes it hard to breathe.How is it that the more distance we put between us, the more beautiful she becomes?Lina is already talking before I even register she’s taken the seat beside me. Her voice grates against the inner corner of my thoughts. “So, I was thinking an autumn wedding might be perfect. The leaves turning red, gold... Very romantic. Right, Carlos?”She turns those perfectly lined eyes toward me like we’ve already decided everything. My stomach twists.I hadn’t proposed. Hell, I hadn’t even decided if I wanted to. Before, I was so sure I wanted to get married to her but I’m not so sure anymore.“Sure,” I mutt
EMILY’S POVI lean on the cool bathroom sink, bracing my weight with trembling hands.Mascara streaks beneath my eyes, smudged. I look at myself in the mirror—not as the Emily they remember. Not the polished, composed, gracious woman I’ve pretended to be for the last hour. I look like someone who has cracked open from the inside.But not now.Not again.I unscrew my lip gloss, swipe it on. Touch up my foundation, reapply my mascara with steady hands. No more tears. No more vulnerability. That version of me walked out onto the veranda and broke apart under the moonlight. This one? She’s bulletproof.With a final glance at the mirror, I whisper to myself, “You are not what they reduced you to.”Then I turn and walk out.Back into the fire.When I return to the dining room, conversation has resumed—stiff, trying too hard. I plaster a calm smile on my lips and take my seat, directly across from Lina and Carlos again.Carlos doesn’t meet my eyes.Lina does.She glances at me with that bare
EMILY’S POVEverything looks perfect. I made chicken, garlic butter vegetables, mashed potatoes and other things I know Carlos will love. My hands can’t seem to stop trembling as I arrange the table. I smooth down the linen napkins for the third time, adjust the candles, and glance at the clock. Carlos’s flight landed two hours ago, and he should be walking through that door any minute now.I inhale deeply, trying my best to calm myself. Yesterday, when the doctor said the words, “You’re pregnant,” I’d sat frozen for a moment, blinking back tears of disbelief and joy. It must have happened during that night—the one time Carlos had let his guard down. The night he had been drunk. It was the first time we had sex.For a year, I’ve dreamed of moments like this. A family with Carlos. A real chance at love. Maybe...just maybe, this news will be the start of something beautiful between us. This marriage started as a contract but I hope the news of my pregnancy will make Carlos realize that
EMILY’S POVThe sunlight rays filter through the curtains as I stir awake. For a brief moment, everything feels right—perfect even. I feel content. In that moment, I’m blissfully unaware of everything else—but then I shift. The gentle warmth of Carlos' arm around me tightens as I stir, as if he doesn’t want to let go. The familiar scent of his skin fills my senses, and for a split second, I allow myself to enjoy the feeling. I’m warm and safe, nestled in Carlos’s arms. His breath is soft against my hair. His body radiates a heat I’ve come to crave more than I’d like to admit. I feel perfect in his arms. It’s almost like we were made for each other.This is what I’ve always wanted: to wake up next to him, to feel like I belong here. To be a perfect married couple. I want our mornings to be like this all the time.But as soon as the thought crosses my mind, I feel sad again and my chest tightens painfully. The joy isgone before it even has a chance to settle. He isn’t mine. Maybe he ne
EMILY’S POVThe kettle whistles on the stove as I sit across from my grandmother at her small kitchen table. I just had to see her. Her presence is the only thing that can calm me down in this moment. I’ve always found solace in this house—the way it smells, the way the sunlight filters through the lace curtains and the way her cute little snacks taste. But today, even this place can’t stop the sadness I feel.“Emily,” my grandmother says softly, setting a plate of cookies on the table. “You’ve been staring at the same spot for minutes now. What’s wrong, darling?”I force a smile, though it feels like my face might crack from the effort. “Nothing’s wrong, Nana. Just a lot on my mind, that’s all.”She tilts her head, studying me with those intense eyes of hers. “You’re not a good liar, sweetheart. Never have been. Now, tell me. What’s troubling you?”I take the cup of tea she pours for me and wrap my hands around it. For a moment, I’m tempted to tell her everything—to lay it all out an
EMILY’S POVThe clock on the wall ticks louder than usual this night. Each second feels like an eternity as I sit on the couch, staring at my phone. It’s late, much later than usual and Carlos hasn’t come home. My mind keeps circling back to the same thought. Lina.She’s back. She’s the reason he wants a divorce. They just be together. I’m sure of it.I can’t help but imagine two of them together, laughing and catching up on old times. I imagine how the spark must have ignited again when they first saw each other after years of being apart. Truly, men never forget their first love.I close my eyes, trying to forget about it. Still, all I can picture is two of them together – kissing, touching each other, whispering how much they love each other.The thought alone is like a knife twisting in my chest. I rub my arms, trying to shake the chill that has nothing to do with the temperature. He’s probably with her. Maybe they’re having dinner. Maybe he’s holding her the way he used to hold m
It’s late afternoon when I find myself sitting in my grandmother’s cozy living room again. Today is Carlos’ birthday and I’m sure he’ll be spending it with Lina. Where else will he spend it? definitely, not with me. "You've been coming here a lot lately," she says as she looks at me "Not that I don’t enjoy your company, but it’s unlike you. Has something happened?"For a moment, I pause. Trust my grandma to always see through me.I force a smile and shake my head. "Nothing’s happened, Grandma. I just miss being here with you."I wonder if she notices I’m lying. I don’t tell her about the nausea that disturbs me due to the pregnancy or the fact that I’ve barely eaten since yesterday. I don’t tell her how the mere thought of being alone in that cold, empty house feels unbearable right now.We settle into our game, and for a while, the world feels smaller, simpler—just me and her and a deck of cards. Being with her always makes me feel better."You’re terrible at this," she teases with
EMILY’S POVI lean on the cool bathroom sink, bracing my weight with trembling hands.Mascara streaks beneath my eyes, smudged. I look at myself in the mirror—not as the Emily they remember. Not the polished, composed, gracious woman I’ve pretended to be for the last hour. I look like someone who has cracked open from the inside.But not now.Not again.I unscrew my lip gloss, swipe it on. Touch up my foundation, reapply my mascara with steady hands. No more tears. No more vulnerability. That version of me walked out onto the veranda and broke apart under the moonlight. This one? She’s bulletproof.With a final glance at the mirror, I whisper to myself, “You are not what they reduced you to.”Then I turn and walk out.Back into the fire.When I return to the dining room, conversation has resumed—stiff, trying too hard. I plaster a calm smile on my lips and take my seat, directly across from Lina and Carlos again.Carlos doesn’t meet my eyes.Lina does.She glances at me with that bare
CARLOS’ POVI didn’t expect to see her here. Not like this. Not tonight.Emily.My throat tightens at the sight of her. God, she looks… radiant. That red dress is simple but it hugs her like it was stitched from starlight. Her hair falls to her face in soft waves that frame her face like a painting, and there’s a grace in her walk, in the way she holds herself, that makes it hard to breathe.How is it that the more distance we put between us, the more beautiful she becomes?Lina is already talking before I even register she’s taken the seat beside me. Her voice grates against the inner corner of my thoughts. “So, I was thinking an autumn wedding might be perfect. The leaves turning red, gold... Very romantic. Right, Carlos?”She turns those perfectly lined eyes toward me like we’ve already decided everything. My stomach twists.I hadn’t proposed. Hell, I hadn’t even decided if I wanted to. Before, I was so sure I wanted to get married to her but I’m not so sure anymore.“Sure,” I mutt
EMILY’S POVThe moment I step inside the house, the air shifts.Daniel squeezes my hand as we enter."You got this," he murmurs softly, just for me.I smile at him. He gives me one final look before slipping away to take his seat further down the long dining table.I swallow the lump rising in my throat and move to the chair assigned to me. Of course, it has to be directly across from them. Carlos and Lina. Like a cruel joke.Juliet is beside me. Kathy waves at me from a few seats down with a smile. A few of the other cousins nod and smile, their faces kind. The rest, however, have that gleam in their eyes. The one that means they’re waiting. Watching. Like spectators before the main event.I sink into my chair, spine straight, chin up.Juliet ducks slightly under the table, and I hear the familiar clink of her flask before she comes up with a mock-serene face."Just a little liquid courage," she whispers. "God knows I’m gonna need all the alcohol in the world to deal with Lina tonigh
Emily's POVThe air is colder than it has any right to be. Even with the soft golden glow of fairy lights on the garden across the garden, the warmth doesn’t reach me.Not tonight.I stand just past the stone archway, where the laughter and clinking glasses from the dinner have become background noise. My hands are clenched into fists around the fabric of my dress. I can still hear her laugh—Lina’s. Light, airy, perfect. I don’t even need to turn to know Carlos is beside her, smiling like she painted the sun itself.It’s too much. All of it.I lean against the edge of the stone fountain, lost in thought.Greece. They’re going to Greece. I almost laugh. Of all the places, it has to be that one. The same country Carlos and I spent months dreaming about, late at night tangled in bedsheets, whispering about the blue rooftops of Santorini and the white sands of Mykonos. We were going to travel the world together, hand in hand, starting with Greece. It was supposed to be our own vacation.B
EMILY'S POVIt is time for dinner. The clink of a glass cuts through the air like a sharp note of music, signaling the start of dinner. Lady Helen clinks her glass loud emough for everyone to hear and gestures for everyone to take their seats. We all know what that means. I sigh, forcing myself to stand up from my corner of the room. My stomach twists nervously, though I can’t quite pinpoint why. Who am I kidding? Of course, I know why. As the others make their way to the table, I follow suit. My steps falter slightly as I approach the dining table. And then, my eyes lock onto his—Carlos. He stands near his seat. We lock eyes. For a brief moment, the entire room seems to blur into the background. Time slows. It is just me and him. No one else exists.His ocean blue eyes pierce mine and something—some unspoken thing—passes between us. My heart skips a beat. My body becomes frozen. I can’t tear my gaze away, as though I am waiting for him to say something, to break the spell. The
EMILY'S POVI feel it as soon as I see them—the knot in my stomach tightens the moment Carlos and Lina walk into the room. I know this is coming, I should’ve prepared for it, but seeing them together still stings like fresh salt on an old wound.Carlos is laughing with his arm wrapped around Lina’s waist, guiding her through the crowd like she belongs there—like she belongs with him.The worst part is that she does belong there now, doesn’t she? She is his girlfriend. The love of his life. His first love. The woman he can’t forget.I try to look away, to focus on the conversation happening in front of me, but my eyes betray me, following their every movement, every step they take toward the family.My heart tightens, and a feeling of jealousy twists deep inside me, but I swallow it down. It isn’t worth it. It has never been worth it.From the corner of my eye, I see Juliet’s lips curl into a scornful sneer as she watches them. Her voice is low as she mutters, "Husband snatcher."I exh
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