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 POVI stand in the bathroom, looking at my reflection.The woman in the mirror looks… tired. Her dark brown hair is loose around her shoulders. My eyes are filled with exhaustion.That dinner is… something. Eventful.I sigh, wiping the foam from my mouth and placing the toothbrush back into its holder. Then slowly, hesitantly, my fingers drift down to the gentle curve of my belly. My breath catches in my throat. I’m starting to show—not drastically, not enough for the untrained eye to spot—but enough for me to know.Enough for me to realize that this secret… this life growing inside me… won’t stay hidden for long.I place both palms against my small bump and let my forehead rest on the cool mirror.“Hi, baby,” I whisper. “It’s just you and me now.”Tears prick the corners of my eyes. I’m not even sure why. Maybe it’s the hormones. Maybe it’s the loneliness. Or maybe… maybe it’s the promise I’m about to make.“I know it’s not fair that we’re doing this alone. But I need you to
CARLOS' POVEmily stands in the middle of my office . Her presence is magnetic in a way I can't explain. My boardroom has just cleared out, but it still feels crowded—with memories, tension, and everything we never say.Emily.She dropped the envelope on my desk like it’s nothing. Like it doesn’t weigh a thousand pounds. Like it doesn’t have the power to bring an entire part of my life to an end.“Sign them" she says. My chest tightens.I blink, staring at her. I barely process her walking through the door when she hits me with that. Divorce papers? Now?I clear my throat, trying to get a grip. “Emily…”She stands with her arms crossed, jaw clenched, looking so sure of herself it makes my insides twist. There’s no sadness in her eyes—only finality.“I just didn’t expect you to…” I try to find the right words, but I can’t. “You seem… eager.”Her lips twitch into something like a bitter smile. “I’m not eager, Carlos. I’m done.”That one hits harder than I want to admit.I run a hand o
EMILY'S POVMy hands are shaking. I shove them into the pockets of my coat so no one in the hallway can see. Not the secretary pretending not to watch me walk past, not the guards stationed outside the elevator. Not even the woman in the mirror I just passed. She looks composed. Graceful. Like she has everything together.But I know the truth. My heart is thudding against my ribs like a caged bird trying to break free.He doesn’t know about the baby.And he can’t. Not yet.The elevator doors close and I finally let myself breathe. Deeply. One hand clutches my purse, but the other moves to my stomach.“I’ve got you,” I whisper. “I’m not backing down.”-Back home, I stand in the middle of my bedroom, my coat still on, and just… breathe for a moment.I pull the closet doors open, determined to find something—anything—that feels like me. Or maybe the version of me I’m trying to become.As I rifle through hangers, a sudden cramp pulls me forward. Sharp. Quick. I gasp and double over in pa
EMILY'S POVDinner unfolds around us like a slow waltz. The candles flicker, as I nervously swirl the wine in my glass. My stomach flutters in an odd way. “So,” he starts, “how’s the food?”I glance at the plate in front of me—filet mignon, perfectly cooked, drizzled in a wine reduction sauce. I cut into the tender meat, nodding with a soft smile. “It’s incredible,” I say, meaning it. “Everything’s been perfect, Alexander. You really know how to choose a place.”He grins “I’m glad you like it. But you deserve better than this, you know.”His words linger, pulling at something inside me, making me feel special, wanted. But there’s a weight in my chest, an invisible barrier I can’t shake. It’s not just the pregnancy or Carlos—though that part is undeniable. It’s my own heart, still bruised and guarded. Still torn between wanting something real with Alexander, and fearing it.He reaches across the table for mone. The warmth of his touch is soothing, but the connection between us stirs a
I stop in my tracks the moment I see him. Justin. Carlos' friend. He’s standing by the entrance. Hia stance is rigid and his arms are crossed over his chest. I wasn’t expecting to see him here. In fact, I hadn’t expected to see anyone I knew here, especially not Justin.I swallow hard, trying to steady my nerves. "Hi, Justin," I say, forcing a smile. "What are you doing here?"Justin doesn't answer me right away. Instead, he stares at me. His expression is full of disgust, like he’s just caught me in the middle of something unforgivable.“I should have known,” he mutters. “The first day I saw you and him together, I should’ve known.”My heart skips a beat. My gut twists with unease. I arch my eyebrow in confusion “What are you talking about?” Justin steps forward “Don’t act dumb, Emily. You’ve been sleeping around, haven’t you?”His words hit me like a slap across the face. I blink, stunned. My mind scrambles to process the venom in his tone. “Justin, that’s not true,” I say “Why
EMILY'S POVThe ride back is quiet.Alexander doesn’t press me with questions. He doesn’t ask about Justin, or Carlos, or why I cried so hard I could barely walk straight. He just drives with one hand on the wheel and the other resting lightly on the gearstick. His eyes are focused ahead, jaw tight.I sit in the passenger seat, staring out the window. I look at how the city lights blur into the colours of gold and red. My reflection looks like a stranger—tired, worn out, and so hollow.When we pull into the parking lot outside my apartment, I make no move to get out.“Do you want me to walk you up?” Alexander asks gently.I shake my head slowly. “No. Thank you.”But just as I reach for the door handle, his voice stops me.“Emily… wait.”I freeze. My fingers tighten around the handle. I don’t want to hear anything right now, not even from him. But something in his tone makes me pause.“I don’t know what that guy said to you,” he begins, “but whatever it was, he had no right. No one doe
Carlos’s POVThe air is thick with the scent of liquor, smoke, and regret.I don’t even know how I got here.The night before is a blur of broken glasses, shouting into nothing, and shots I kept taking just to stop the voices in my head. I woke up on the floor of my secret penthouse, surrounded by overturned furniture and pieces of a picture frame I don’t even remember smashing—our picture. Me and Emily. Her eyes are frozen in time, smiling at a man she thought would fight for her.God, what have I done?I stagger to my feet. My temples are pounding like war drums. I grab my phone and as expected, I see about 50 missed calls from Lina. I'll deal with her later. The city outside my window looks cold, indifferent. Just like her eyes when she looked at me the last time. It feels like I can’t breathe without her.I try to convince myself I don’t care. That it doesn't matter since Lina is the one I want. But every time I close my eyes, I see Alexander's arms around her, holding her like
Carlos’s POVThe air is thick with the scent of liquor, smoke, and regret.I don’t even know how I got here.The night before is a blur of broken glasses, shouting into nothing, and shots I kept taking just to stop the voices in my head. I woke up on the floor of my secret penthouse, surrounded by overturned furniture and pieces of a picture frame I don’t even remember smashing—our picture. Me and Emily. Her eyes are frozen in time, smiling at a man she thought would fight for her.God, what have I done?I stagger to my feet. My temples are pounding like war drums. I grab my phone and as expected, I see about 50 missed calls from Lina. I'll deal with her later. The city outside my window looks cold, indifferent. Just like her eyes when she looked at me the last time. It feels like I can’t breathe without her.I try to convince myself I don’t care. That it doesn't matter since Lina is the one I want. But every time I close my eyes, I see Alexander's arms around her, holding her like
EMILY'S POVThe ride back is quiet.Alexander doesn’t press me with questions. He doesn’t ask about Justin, or Carlos, or why I cried so hard I could barely walk straight. He just drives with one hand on the wheel and the other resting lightly on the gearstick. His eyes are focused ahead, jaw tight.I sit in the passenger seat, staring out the window. I look at how the city lights blur into the colours of gold and red. My reflection looks like a stranger—tired, worn out, and so hollow.When we pull into the parking lot outside my apartment, I make no move to get out.“Do you want me to walk you up?” Alexander asks gently.I shake my head slowly. “No. Thank you.”But just as I reach for the door handle, his voice stops me.“Emily… wait.”I freeze. My fingers tighten around the handle. I don’t want to hear anything right now, not even from him. But something in his tone makes me pause.“I don’t know what that guy said to you,” he begins, “but whatever it was, he had no right. No one doe
I stop in my tracks the moment I see him. Justin. Carlos' friend. He’s standing by the entrance. Hia stance is rigid and his arms are crossed over his chest. I wasn’t expecting to see him here. In fact, I hadn’t expected to see anyone I knew here, especially not Justin.I swallow hard, trying to steady my nerves. "Hi, Justin," I say, forcing a smile. "What are you doing here?"Justin doesn't answer me right away. Instead, he stares at me. His expression is full of disgust, like he’s just caught me in the middle of something unforgivable.“I should have known,” he mutters. “The first day I saw you and him together, I should’ve known.”My heart skips a beat. My gut twists with unease. I arch my eyebrow in confusion “What are you talking about?” Justin steps forward “Don’t act dumb, Emily. You’ve been sleeping around, haven’t you?”His words hit me like a slap across the face. I blink, stunned. My mind scrambles to process the venom in his tone. “Justin, that’s not true,” I say “Why
EMILY'S POVDinner unfolds around us like a slow waltz. The candles flicker, as I nervously swirl the wine in my glass. My stomach flutters in an odd way. “So,” he starts, “how’s the food?”I glance at the plate in front of me—filet mignon, perfectly cooked, drizzled in a wine reduction sauce. I cut into the tender meat, nodding with a soft smile. “It’s incredible,” I say, meaning it. “Everything’s been perfect, Alexander. You really know how to choose a place.”He grins “I’m glad you like it. But you deserve better than this, you know.”His words linger, pulling at something inside me, making me feel special, wanted. But there’s a weight in my chest, an invisible barrier I can’t shake. It’s not just the pregnancy or Carlos—though that part is undeniable. It’s my own heart, still bruised and guarded. Still torn between wanting something real with Alexander, and fearing it.He reaches across the table for mone. The warmth of his touch is soothing, but the connection between us stirs a
EMILY'S POVMy hands are shaking. I shove them into the pockets of my coat so no one in the hallway can see. Not the secretary pretending not to watch me walk past, not the guards stationed outside the elevator. Not even the woman in the mirror I just passed. She looks composed. Graceful. Like she has everything together.But I know the truth. My heart is thudding against my ribs like a caged bird trying to break free.He doesn’t know about the baby.And he can’t. Not yet.The elevator doors close and I finally let myself breathe. Deeply. One hand clutches my purse, but the other moves to my stomach.“I’ve got you,” I whisper. “I’m not backing down.”-Back home, I stand in the middle of my bedroom, my coat still on, and just… breathe for a moment.I pull the closet doors open, determined to find something—anything—that feels like me. Or maybe the version of me I’m trying to become.As I rifle through hangers, a sudden cramp pulls me forward. Sharp. Quick. I gasp and double over in pa
CARLOS' POVEmily stands in the middle of my office . Her presence is magnetic in a way I can't explain. My boardroom has just cleared out, but it still feels crowded—with memories, tension, and everything we never say.Emily.She dropped the envelope on my desk like it’s nothing. Like it doesn’t weigh a thousand pounds. Like it doesn’t have the power to bring an entire part of my life to an end.“Sign them" she says. My chest tightens.I blink, staring at her. I barely process her walking through the door when she hits me with that. Divorce papers? Now?I clear my throat, trying to get a grip. “Emily…”She stands with her arms crossed, jaw clenched, looking so sure of herself it makes my insides twist. There’s no sadness in her eyes—only finality.“I just didn’t expect you to…” I try to find the right words, but I can’t. “You seem… eager.”Her lips twitch into something like a bitter smile. “I’m not eager, Carlos. I’m done.”That one hits harder than I want to admit.I run a hand o
EMILY'S POVI stand in the bathroom, looking at my reflection.The woman in the mirror looks… tired. Her dark brown hair is loose around her shoulders. My eyes are filled with exhaustion.That dinner is… something. Eventful.I sigh, wiping the foam from my mouth and placing the toothbrush back into its holder. Then slowly, hesitantly, my fingers drift down to the gentle curve of my belly. My breath catches in my throat. I’m starting to show—not drastically, not enough for the untrained eye to spot—but enough for me to know.Enough for me to realize that this secret… this life growing inside me… won’t stay hidden for long.I place both palms against my small bump and let my forehead rest on the cool mirror.“Hi, baby,” I whisper. “It’s just you and me now.”Tears prick the corners of my eyes. I’m not even sure why. Maybe it’s the hormones. Maybe it’s the loneliness. Or maybe… maybe it’s the promise I’m about to make.“I know it’s not fair that we’re doing this alone. But I need you to
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