I sat alone in my room, the events from earlier tormenting my thoughts. My stomach churned with frustration, and I wondered how I could ever make changes while still enduring so much. I raised my hand, looking at the date marked on my wrist. "When that moment comes again, what will happen to me?" I whispered to myself, the weight of uncertainty heavy on my heart. "Emma, please… we're family," my mother's pleading voice echoed in my mind. I remembered gripping the steering wheel so tightly that my knuckles turned white, trying to blink away the tears. My lip throbbed where I had bitten down hard, stifling my sobs. The taste of blood was sharp on my tongue, mingling with the salt of my tears. Without realizing it, I approached an intersection. The traffic light had turned red, but my distracted mind didn’t register the change. It wasn't until I was almost in the middle of the intersection that panic surged through me, and I instinctively turned the wheel to the left, desperate to avoid
Sitting in a cozy restaurant with Mia, I watched as the staff brought a platter of fried chicken and placed it on the table between us. The aroma was mouthwatering, but my mind was elsewhere. I picked up the drink placed beside me, used the opener to uncover the cap, and started pouring it into the little glass cup provided.Mia reached out for the plate, taking one lap of the chicken and holding it delicately with her left hand as she took a bite. “So good,” she exaggerated, savoring the flavor.I watched her for a moment before picking up my glass and taking a couple of sips, the cool liquid soothing my throat.Mia glanced at the plate, then back at me. “You’re not eating?” she asked, concern evident in her voice.I smiled and nodded. “Have as much as you want,” I said, placing the glass back to my lips for another sip.She frowned, pausing mid-bite. Her mouth curved slightly upwards in a mixture of amusement and reproach as she fixed her gaze on me. “You need to stop being such a p
The next morning, I dressed carefully, choosing an outfit that was stylish but not too flashy. Arriving at the cooking class early, my heart pounded as I stood in the lobby, nerves threatening to overwhelm me. “What am I supposed to do?” I said hoarsely to myself, then took a deep breath, gathering my courage. I proceeded inside, my heels slapping the floor, carrying a box bag in my hand.Inside the apartment, chaos reigned. Just as Mia had described, everyone was too caught up in their own arguments to notice my entrance. “I must be famous around here,” I said loudly, trying to get their attention.Heads turned, faces full of remorse, some craning to see who had spoken. I recognized Mrs. Elizabeth as she turned to face me, a serving spoon in her right hand.“Who are you? Are you interviewing today?” a woman in a light blue outfit and apron asked.“Yes,” I smiled. I spotted Amory’s mother, who immediately recognized me and lowered the spoon she was holding. I took a couple of steps
With my heels slapping the floor softly, I made my way out of the building. I looked up and, to my surprise, saw Amory’s mother standing at the entrance, probably waiting for me. Each step felt heavier than the last as I approached her."Hello, Emma. I doubt you signed up for an expensive cooking class just to learn to cook," she said with a cold edge to her voice.My heart sank at her tone, but I maintained my composure. "How about it, Emma? Do you have time for a cup of tea?" she asked, not giving me a chance to refuse.She turned, and I followed her to a nearby restaurant. We entered, and to my surprise, she continued to move without pause, as if she had a specific destination in mind. She turned left, heading towards a VIP room she had apparently booked in advance.My steps grew heavier as I entered the room after her. To my shock, my sister was there. She stood up quickly upon recognizing our presence at the entrance.Amory’s mother shook her head, a bitter smile on her lips. "I
I took a deep breath, my head lowered. “You must be curious why I decided to break off my engagement,” I paused, looking at her. “It's because I was betrayed. I found out that he was going to take advantage of me,” she lowered her head slightly. “I swore that I would never fall in love again. But then, I met Amory,” I glanced at Amory, who was standing beside the couch. He looked at me, but I quickly looked away. “I thought… at least, he would never betray a woman, his person, like that,” I paused, then continued. “Even if he did, he has an assertive and opinionated mother who wouldn't let him get away with it.”“What?” She exclaimed, blinking her eyes rapidly and also to Amory who made a slight cough.I turned my gaze to my left side grabbed my bag from inside the couch I was sitting on and stood up. “I'm sorry about today,” I said, bending my head slightly with pleading in my voice. “I'll see you soon, mother.” Amory grabbed my hand, but I could sense the disbelief washing over his
The sound of the door creaking open woke me abruptly, my eyes fluttering as I realized I had fallen asleep beside him. My body ached from the awkward position — half on the floor, my hand resting on his chest, feeling the slow rise and fall of his breath. For a second, everything seemed serene. Then, the gasp shattered the silence. “Oh, my God!” A voice pierced through the room, jerking me fully awake. I blinked and turned my head towards the source of the voice. Amory's mother stood in the doorway, her wide eyes fixed on me. The sight of her sent a wave of panic coursing through me. “Emma?” she exclaimed, her voice sharp with disbelief, cutting straight through the remnants of my sleep. Her presence filled the room with tension. "Oh, Mother!" I exclaimed, stumbling to my feet, my heart pounding in my chest as I searched for the right words. "Nothing happened. Really. I swear." My voice cracked slightly as words spilled out, rushing to explain myself, to dispel the assumption t
"They want the families to meet?" Mother exclaimed, her voice sharp with shock, tension radiating off her in waves.I smiled, trying to keep my expression calm. "Yes. They asked about this weekend," I said, turning my gaze toward Father, curious about his reaction.Father, who had been leaning back on the couch, suddenly sat up straight, reaching for his phone. "Hey," he barked into the receiver. "Cancel my reservation for this weekend. Make up some kind of excuse. Okay."The tension was palpable now, thick in the air. Mother’s face was a storm of emotions, her expression caught somewhere between anger and disbelief. "Cancelled? Wasn't that with the Financial Services people?" she smirked, her voice laced with accusation.Father waved his hand dismissively, leaning back again, the phone now forgotten. "I was going to spend money to make connections," he muttered, releasing a heavy breath, "but we're about to be in-laws with such a huge family." He paused, shifting his gaze to mine, hi
Both Amory and I arrived at the gathering where our families were exchanging polite, albeit tense, greetings. Mother and Madam Elizabeth stood close, their hands extended for a handshake, yet hesitating—each waiting for the other to make the first move. It was a subtle battle, a dance of dominance in a single gesture. Madam Elizabeth noticed us entering, her eyes narrowing slightly before she took a small step back, signaling her readiness."Are we all here, then?" Father’s voice broke through the silence, his tone calm but with an undercurrent of tension.Amory’s father scanned the room quickly, nodding. "Our daughter is on her way..." His words were interrupted by the screeching sound of a black Benz speeding into the driveway, kicking up a cloud of dust that covered us all. Everyone instinctively shielded their faces, coughing as the dust settled."There she is," Amory’s father muttered under his breath, walking briskly toward the car as it screeched to a halt.Mother fanned the du
**Emma’s POV** Now I understand that there’s no greater joy than marrying the person you love and knowing they love you back just as deeply. A smile tugged at my lips as both Amory and I signed our names, finalizing our marriage registration. “Now, we just have to…” he said, glancing at me with a playful grin as we both reached for the stamp. “One, two, three,” we counted together, pressing the stamp onto the marriage license. With the finality of that gesture, we submitted our paperwork, and Amory pulled me into a hug, wrapping his arm around my shoulders as we walked through the lobby. “Congratulations!” voices echoed around us, and I turned to see Catherine, Mia, and some of Amory’s colleagues gathered there, cheering in surprise and joy. “Congratulations, brother! Congratulations, Emma!” Catherine’s voice was bright and happy. Her husband chimed in, grinning, “Just like old times, huh?” I couldn’t help but beam back, the warmth of their celebration washing over me
**Emma’s POV** The sun was barely up, and the morning air held a slight chill, but there was a warmth blooming in my heart that no weather could touch. I reached across the breakfast table, picking up a slice of toast, and took a contented bite. “I think my morning sickness is finally gone,” I said with a sense of relief, smiling as I chewed. My mother’s expression softened as she watched me, her own breakfast momentarily forgotten. “Thank goodness,” she sighed, her hand resting briefly on mine. “I was starting to worry about you, you know, since you’d barely been eating.” She reached over to fill my glass with water, the sunlight catching the faint lines on her hands, a reminder of all the years of love and work she had put into raising me. “Do you have a busy day ahead?” she asked, glancing up at me with a hint of curiosity in her eyes. I nodded, swallowing a sip of water. “There’s a meeting with Dad and Grandpa about the foundation, and then I’m meeting Amory in the evening
Emma POV After leaving Amory's father and grandmother, we finally made it back home. The quiet felt almost surreal after everything we'd been through. I helped Amory settle down on the couch, his steps still unsteady, his recovery a slow process. I could see the weariness in his eyes, but I also saw something else—a lightness that had been missing for so long. We hadn’t been sitting long when a sudden chime from outside caught our attention. I quickly stood, realizing what it was. I hurried to the door, finding a delivery man waiting, a small package in his hands. As I took the package and shut the door, Amory looked over, puzzled. “What is this?” he asked as I placed the package on the table. I couldn’t help but smile. “It’s from my mom. She sent some of her special homemade dishes for you. She thought you’d need the extra strength.” “Your mom actually did that?” he asked, looking genuinely touched. I nodded, feeling warmth at the memory of her kindness. “She took such g
Amory POV It had been almost two and a half months since I’d been confined to a hospital bed, and now, finally, I was going home. My body still felt weak; each step was slow and careful, but I was free. Emma, my mom, and I decided to stop by and visit Grandma and Father before heading home. I knew they’d been waiting anxiously for this moment. As soon as we stepped inside, my mother’s voice rang out, “Mother! Honey!” The joy in her voice was unmistakable. Grandma’s eyes widened as she saw me, her expression shifting from shock to sheer happiness in an instant. She rushed forward, enveloping me in a tight embrace, her joy overflowing. “Amory! You’re home!” she exclaimed, beaming. “You did good. You did good,” she murmured, releasing me and turning to give Emma a hug as well. “You, too,” she added, smiling warmly at her. My gaze shifted to my father, who moved closer, his own smile breaking through the usually stoic expression. “You did good,” he said simply, before pulling me i
**Emma’s POV** Two long, agonizing months had passed since Amory been injured by Fielding leaving him lying motionless in that sterile hospital bed, a shadow of the vibrant man I loved. Every day, I had sat by his side, watching the faint rise and fall of his chest, searching his face for any sign of movement, any flicker of life. Even after his second surgery, he lay unresponsive, leaving me to grapple with an ache that felt impossible to mend. I sat quietly, watching him. He looked so peaceful, as if he were only asleep. I reached for his hand, feeling the gentle warmth of his skin beneath my fingertips, and clutched it close. "Amory," I whispered, my voice barely audible in the stillness, "I finally understand why I was given a second chance at life… why I came back." The quiet beeping of the machines filled the silence, steady and constant, a reminder of just how fragile he was. I took a shaky breath, pressing his hand against my cheek, my tears flowing freely as I whispered, “
Emma POV After Madam Elizabeth left, the room fell quiet, filled only with the hum of machines. I was still processing all that had happened when, to my surprise, Mr. Foden entered. It had been days since I’d last seen him—days since I learned the shocking truth that artist Edward Jones was his father.“You don’t look well, Ms. Emma,” he said, settling into a chair nearby. His gaze was steady, filled with a mixture of concern and curiosity.I sighed, sidestepping his observation. “How’s your father doing?” I asked, shifting the conversation away from myself.“He’s at the nursing home,” he replied, his voice carrying a hint of sadness. He studied me closely, then continued, “What I said at the police station was quite shocking, wasn’t it?”I took a deep breath, the weight of it all pressing down on me. “I thought you might be connected to Edward Jones in some way. I didn’t know you were father and son.”He gave a small, regretful shake of his head. “I was sent to an orphanage so young
madam Elizabeth POV I sat down heavily on the couch, the tension from the hospital clinging to me like a weight I couldn’t shake. Emma was with Amory, still in critical condition after his first surgery, and the doctors were already discussing the need for another procedure. My heart twisted just thinking about it. “So, is there no progress on Amory?” Grandma’s voice was soft, yet tinged with worry. She was sitting across from me, her hands tightly clasped in her lap. I let out a long sigh, meeting her gaze. “They need to operate again. I’m so worried, Mother. What if he…” I trailed off, unable to finish the thought. I couldn’t bear to voice my fears. “Don’t say that. We have to be strong, somehow,” my husband interjected as he stood from his chair. His voice was firm, but I could see the concern etched into his face. He left the room without another word, leaving Grandma and me in a heavy silence. Just then, the sharp sound of the doorbell shattered the quiet. One of the mai
Fielding POV The clanking of the cell door jolted me from my thoughts. A police officer swung it open, gesturing for me to step out. I was handcuffed, and as I stepped into the hall, I saw him: my father, sitting stiffly in the visitor center. His eyes fixed on me as I entered, an expression that was as cold as it was unforgiving.For a moment, I froze, unable to take another step. But I forced myself forward, one heavy step after the other, until I reached the chair across from him. We were separated only by a small table, yet the distance felt insurmountable. He remained silent, his face a tight mask of anger and disappointment.After a painfully long silence, he finally spoke, his voice a low growl. “How could you do such a thing?” he asked, his words dripping with disdain. “I thought, maybe, after all this time, you would change. I thought you’d learn something.” His voice broke, raw and filled with an intensity that made me look away, unable to hold his gaze.He continued, his t
We reached the hospital, and Amory was rushed inside while I was directed to the waiting area. I sank into one of the chairs, numb, with tears streaming down my cheeks as the reality of everything crashed over me.“Emma! Emma!” someone called, but I was lost in my turmoil, barely aware of my surroundings. I felt a hand on my shoulder and looked up to see Amory’s mother, Madam Elizabeth, standing before me, her face etched with worry.“What happened?” she asked, her voice trembling with fear as she knelt beside me.I took a deep breath, trying to muster the strength to explain, but the words felt heavy, almost impossible to say. “Amory… he got hurt trying to protect me,” I finally managed, my voice barely a whisper as I avoided her gaze, feeling the weight of guilt settle deeper in my chest.Madam Elizabeth gasped, her hands trembling. For a moment, I couldn’t bear to look at her, but she surprised me by pulling me into a gentle embrace, her hand rubbing my back soothingly. “It’s okay,