EMILY'S POVThe moment I step out of the hotel, I can’t help the tears that fall from my eyes. My heels click angrily against the pavement as I march away, blinded by tears. My breath shudders with the weight of my emotions. My hands shake as I clutch my purse.The world is spinning.Carlos delayed our divorce hearing once again. Why? Because of Lina. The hold that woman has on him makes me jealous."Emily!" Alexander's voice echoes behind me. I can hear the sound of his footsteps as he struggles to catch up with me "Wait!"I don’t stop. I can’t. If I do, I’ll fall apart, and I refuse to let anyone—especially him—see me this way. But my legs betray me. out of my control, my legs slow down because deep down, I want someone to stop me. To tell me I’m not crazy. That I’m not overreacting. That I matter.Footsteps pound behind me, quicker, stronger, until Alexander finally catches up. His hand closes gently around my wrist. I jerk away instinctively, but he doesn’t let go completely, just
EMILY'S POVEMILY’S POVThe past few days have been a blur of exhaustion, nausea, and an overwhelming need to rest. I spend most of my time curled up in bed, trying to ignore the waves of sickness that come and go like the tide. The air in my room feels heavy, suffocating almost, and I long for something—anything—to ground me.Then, my phone rings.I glance at the screen. My heart skips when I see the familiar name flashing across it. Grandma.Taking a deep breath, I answer. "Grandma?""Emily, sweetheart!" Her voice is warm, full of love "How have you been, dear? It’s been too long since we talked."I swallow hard, forcing a smile even though she can’t see it. "I’m okay, Grandma. Just… taking it easy.""You don’t sound okay," she notes, "Are you eating well? You need to take care of yourself, darling."I hesitate, pressing my fingers against my forehead. "Yeah, I am. Just tired, that’s all."She hums in disapproval, but thankfully doesn’t push. "Why don’t you come over today? I’ve mis
EMILY’S POVThis is it. No more delays, no more second-guessing. We have dragged this out long enough. Today, I am going to finalize my divorce and close this painful chapter of my life.“Emily,” his voice comes through the receiver, hesitant. “I—”“We need to finalize the divorce,” I cut him off before he can start with any pleasantries or excuses. “No more games, Carlos. It’s time.”There is a pause, then a sigh. “I know,” he says quietly. “I’m sorry I didn’t make it to the court the other day. I—”“It doesn’t matter.” My voice is firm. “We’ve delayed this long enough. I just want this to be over.”Carlos exhales deeply, and for a moment, there is nothing but silence between us. I hear the faint rustling of papers in the background, as if he is searching for something—perhaps an excuse, another reason to put this off. But I am not going to let him.“Emily… are you sure this is what you want?” His voice is softer now. “Like, right now?”My grip on the phone tightens. “Yes.”“Separate
EMILY'S POVI walk into the police station. The air is thick with the scent of coffee and sweat. My heels click against the floor as I approach the front desk. At this point, my patience is hanging by a fragile thread."I'm here to pay Carlos Carter’s fine," I state, sliding my credit card across the counter.The officer behind the desk, a middle-aged man, barely spares me a glance as he retrieves the necessary paperwork. "You his wife?" he asks, flipping through a file."Soon to be ex-wife," I correct. I am irritated, and my voice shows it.The officer lets out a low hum."Happens a lot," he says, stamping a form. "But if you ask me, divorces drag longer when one of the parties doesn't really want it."I stiffen. "Trust me, officer. One of the parties definitely wants it."I take the receipt and follow him through the secured hallway. And then, I see him.Carlos. My husband—soon to be ex-husband—leaning lazily against the wall of the holding cell, looking like a mess of expensive bad
CARLOS' POVThe world spins when I first open my eyes. My head pounds like someone is slamming a hammer against my skull. My throat is dry, and the bitter taste of regret lingers in my mouth. The fluorescent lights above make me wince, and when I shift, a dull ache spreads through my stomach.The last thing I remember is throwing up on a pavement before everything goes black.I groan softly, bringing a hand to my face. My whole body feels like it has been wrung out and left to dry. Then, I hear a voice—soft, but filled with frustration."You're awake."Emily stands at the side of my hospital bed, arms crossed. Her lips are pressed together, and her eyes—God, her eyes hold so much emotion. Concern, exhaustion, and something else I can't quite place.I manage a weak smirk, though it probably looks more like a grimace. "Hey, angel. You here to scold me?"Emily sighs, shaking her head. "Carlos, you drank yourself into a hospital bed. What were you thinking?"I shrug, regretting it instant
The moment Justin leaves, the room feels suffocating. My fists clench at my sides as his words replay in my head over and over again.Emily and Alexander.I can practically see it. The two of them sitting at some fancy restaurant, laughing, sharing secret smiles. The way she used to look at me—that same soft gaze, the sparkle in her eyes when she was truly happy—is she giving it to him now? Does she tilt her head slightly when she laughs, the way she always did with me? Is she letting him pull out her chair, touch her lower back, brush her hair from her face?The image makes my chest feel like it’s burning.I grit my teeth, pacing around the hospital room. My stomach turns in protest, reminding me that I’m still recovering, but the jealousy burns hotter. I imagine Alexander leaning in, his lips brushing against hers, and suddenly, I want to throw something. My hand hovers over the tray table beside my bed.Does she let him kiss her?The thought is like gasoline on a fire. Frustration
CARLOS’ POVThe hospital room is suffocating. White walls. The beeping of machines. The stale scent of antiseptic. I’ve been stuck here for almost a day and no matter how much I try to block it out, one thought refuses to leave me alone. Emily.It’s pathetic how much space she takes up in my head. I tell myself I shouldn’t care. That she’s moving on. That we were never supposed to be anything more than a contract. But every time I close my eyes, she’s there. Her smile. Her laugh. The way she used to look at me like I was her entire world.And now? She looks at me like I’m a stranger. Like I don’t matter anymore.I rake a hand through my hair. I can feel the frustration burning through me. Why did I ever ask for that damn divorce? It made sense at the time. I was in love with Lina. I still am, right? Right?Oh Emily. Our marriage was never supposed to be real. But somewhere along the way, she became real to me.And now I’m losing her.I laugh bitterly, I never even realized I cared abo
LINA’S POVI hum as I drive down to the hospital, my fingers gripping the steering wheel tighter than necessary. My mind is restless. Carlos called me last night. He had been drinking again. Typical. I need to see him. I need to make sure he’s okay.And Emily...Just the thought of her makes my blood boil. She’s still his wife, but not for long. Soon, she’ll be out of the picture, and I won’t have to see her smug little face again.Half a billion dollars.That’s what she’s getting in the divorce settlement.My knuckles turn white against the steering wheel. That money should be mine. I’ve been by Carlos’s side through every moment he needed someone to lean on. I was his first love. And yet, that worthless woman, Emily, is walking away with a fortune she doesn’t deserve.I bite my lip, deep in thought, when my phone buzzes. The screen lights up with an unknown number. My heart skips a beat. I know exactly who it is.Pressing the answer button, I bring the phone to my ear."What?" I ask
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