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Emily’s POVCursing myself for being so careless, I grabbed the keyring from Fred, hoping he had been too distracted to notice my Louis Vuitton. But this could be the opportunity I was looking for. Instead of explaining the truth, I went along with the charade Fred had created. If he continued to believe that Richard and I were an item, maybe he’d stay out of my life. My next words were deliberate. “Well, despite what you think, and what may or may not be the truth, I’m willing to wait for Richard,” my comeback hitting him like a ton of bricks. Fred had no right to blame me. After all, my love for him had been acquitted, and for many years. But that didn’t change the consequences of the past weeks. All he could do was stand there stunned. Breaking the silence, Fred continued, “But why would you want to be with a man who loves someone else?” That’s rich coming from you, Fred. “Em, please, I beg of you, resign from this job. I’ll even introduce you to a new one, one that’s better
Emily’s POVThere was no doubt that Harry had purposefully asked this question. He and Fred were friends, and besides, my ex-husband and my breakup had been splashed across the tabloids. He clearly wanted to embarrass me. The moment he leaves here, I bet the first person he is going to call is Fred and replay exactly what has happened here today. Despite him hinting that he knew who I was, I played it cool, using an alias. “Nice to meet you. Just call me Emma,” came my words in a quick attempt to hide my identity. Harry had caught me off guard. “Oh, is that what you go by these days? Emma? Isn’t your name Emily?” Harry teased, “Don’t look so nervous, Emma, I won’t tell Fred — maybe. Say, how would you feel about a drink? Both our nerves are shot from this flooding nonsense. Let’s get the matter cleared up, and then I buy you a drink to say thank you.” No thanks were needed; it was our warehouse that had flooded, not our client’s. But Harry was a smooth operator and was just using
Emily’s POVHarry’s confident stare began to irritate me and left me wondering if Fred knew any “normal people.” His flirtations were very obvious now, but I suspected Harry was only doing so to tease me and didn’t really mean it. After all, he had never shown any special feelings toward me on the few occasions we had met. But Fred had always been around, and they were friends. “Harry, I know you don’t know me very well, but there is one thing you should know … I’m not someone you can play with,” warning him. I wasn’t going to let him have it that easy. “I’m serious, Em,” Harry shot back, “and can I call you that?” “Give me a reason to trust you,” crossing my arms and looking at him, completely ignoring the last half of his sentence. “If I had to give you a reason, hmm, for one, I think you are very special,” he complimented. What a flimsy reason, rolling my eyes at him. Harry cheekily grabbed at his heart, as if my eye roll agonized him. Acting coolly, the conversation contin
Emily’s POVWhile Fred was in the hospital in Wexschire, there had been a terrorist attack, and the hospital was caught in the crossfire. This was also the same day that Fred woke up.It all happened so quickly; the bomb outside, the screams and shrills from patients, doctors and injured visitors. Only just waking up, Fred barely had time to adapt to the light, let alone the sounds. I had been attending his bedside at the time of the explosion. As soon as the first bang rang through the ward, Fred flung himself over me, protecting me under his body, the infusion pump’s cords dangling off his arms. Suddenly, the ward caught fire, and my body kicked into work mode. After all, he was my patient, and he was the one lying in the hospital bed. It was my duty to save him. Discharging him from the drip attached to his arm, I did the best that I could and managed to pull us both out of the inflamed room, coughing and sputtering as I dragged us out of there. Fred’s eyes had been temporaril
Fred’s POV“Ah-choo!” Nancy’s sneeze abruptly interrupted my thoughts about my trip to the hospital with Emily. It had been strange accompanying her, and something neither of us was used to for quite some time. Looking over at Nancy lying on the bed, today began to feel more terrible by the minute. Rushing back from St. August’s to my villa, I found Nancy standing in the pouring rain. As much as Henry had pleaded with her to come inside, she refused, telling him she’d wait outside until I returned home. It was in these instances that I slowly began to realize how Nancy was starting to manipulate me, softening my heart for her gain. It felt a little self-abusive to tell you the honest truth. But she succeeded, and I succumbed. If it weren’t for Nancy and my love for her, I would never have let things with David slide so easily. One of her recent requests was to help him out financially. It was a pretty big task, but Nancy had a way of getting what she wanted out of me. All I could
Fred’s POVHarry sat across from me at the bar. He had been staring at me intently since we arrived, and half an hour had already passed. “How long are you going to keep staring at me like that?” I finally had to ask him. “Sorry, mate,” Harry laughed playfully, “I’m just curious, what was it about you that your ex-wife liked so much?” His sudden out-the-blue question about Emily took me by surprise. What was he on about? I had taken time out of my busy schedule today to meet him here, but was he now just ridiculing me? I wondered if he noticed my astonishment. “Are you jealous of me?” I shot back, cooly sipping my glass of wine. At least the liquor was helping to quell my irritation. I had too much pride to let Harry know how much his question vexed me. “Fred, relax. You overthink things way too much, you know that? I would never be jealous of a man going through divorce…especially if he’s drinking because of love,” Harry poked back. “Aren’t you the one who asked me to come out?
Emily’s POVLeon called me out of the blue to tell me that David had been arrested. He mentioned to me that he would prosecute as the lawyer for the case against him. The evidence we collected privately would certainly come in handy. “See, I told you, Leon. I knew the right moment would arise for us to play our cards. I’m glad we initially kept our findings to ourselves,” I told him on the phone. “Yeah, I know, you were right, darling sister,” he agreed. “Of course, I am always right,” teasing him, “but anyway, now it’s time for you to shine, Mr. Big Shot Lawyer,” I joked back, although I had full faith in my brother’s capabilities. “Thanks, Em. Trust you to be my number one fan. But in any case, I won’t let anyone bully my baby sister and get away with it. David’s turn has finally arrived. I can’t wait for him to face judgment, and you get the justice you deserve,” Leon consoled, “also there’s something else…” Uh oh, whenever I heard that specific tone of Leon’s, I prepared myse
Emily’s POVFred proposed divorce. I knew this day would come sooner or later. But I never expected it to happen today, nor did I expect him to be so resolute with his decision. He left divorce papers with his signature on the table, the black ink glaring back at me. The whole thing was difficult for me to wrap my head around. I loved Fred with all my heart! If it were up to me, we would still be together. I didn’t want the separation and … I had married for love. Fred was annoyed by my hesitation, his frustration apparent like an angry child who can’t get his own way. “What did he expect?” I thought but didn’t dare to say out loud. Did he think I’d be okay with this whole situation, smile, and agree? “But, Fred, I…” I began, trying to explain how I really felt, the words trembling out of my mouth. “You knew the deal, Emily,” he interrupted, “we both agreed from the start that our marriage would only last two years,” Fred shot back, a hint of embarrassment as the words left his
Emily’s POVLeon called me out of the blue to tell me that David had been arrested. He mentioned to me that he would prosecute as the lawyer for the case against him. The evidence we collected privately would certainly come in handy. “See, I told you, Leon. I knew the right moment would arise for us to play our cards. I’m glad we initially kept our findings to ourselves,” I told him on the phone. “Yeah, I know, you were right, darling sister,” he agreed. “Of course, I am always right,” teasing him, “but anyway, now it’s time for you to shine, Mr. Big Shot Lawyer,” I joked back, although I had full faith in my brother’s capabilities. “Thanks, Em. Trust you to be my number one fan. But in any case, I won’t let anyone bully my baby sister and get away with it. David’s turn has finally arrived. I can’t wait for him to face judgment, and you get the justice you deserve,” Leon consoled, “also there’s something else…” Uh oh, whenever I heard that specific tone of Leon’s, I prepared myse
Fred’s POVHarry sat across from me at the bar. He had been staring at me intently since we arrived, and half an hour had already passed. “How long are you going to keep staring at me like that?” I finally had to ask him. “Sorry, mate,” Harry laughed playfully, “I’m just curious, what was it about you that your ex-wife liked so much?” His sudden out-the-blue question about Emily took me by surprise. What was he on about? I had taken time out of my busy schedule today to meet him here, but was he now just ridiculing me? I wondered if he noticed my astonishment. “Are you jealous of me?” I shot back, cooly sipping my glass of wine. At least the liquor was helping to quell my irritation. I had too much pride to let Harry know how much his question vexed me. “Fred, relax. You overthink things way too much, you know that? I would never be jealous of a man going through divorce…especially if he’s drinking because of love,” Harry poked back. “Aren’t you the one who asked me to come out?
Fred’s POV“Ah-choo!” Nancy’s sneeze abruptly interrupted my thoughts about my trip to the hospital with Emily. It had been strange accompanying her, and something neither of us was used to for quite some time. Looking over at Nancy lying on the bed, today began to feel more terrible by the minute. Rushing back from St. August’s to my villa, I found Nancy standing in the pouring rain. As much as Henry had pleaded with her to come inside, she refused, telling him she’d wait outside until I returned home. It was in these instances that I slowly began to realize how Nancy was starting to manipulate me, softening my heart for her gain. It felt a little self-abusive to tell you the honest truth. But she succeeded, and I succumbed. If it weren’t for Nancy and my love for her, I would never have let things with David slide so easily. One of her recent requests was to help him out financially. It was a pretty big task, but Nancy had a way of getting what she wanted out of me. All I could
Emily’s POVWhile Fred was in the hospital in Wexschire, there had been a terrorist attack, and the hospital was caught in the crossfire. This was also the same day that Fred woke up.It all happened so quickly; the bomb outside, the screams and shrills from patients, doctors and injured visitors. Only just waking up, Fred barely had time to adapt to the light, let alone the sounds. I had been attending his bedside at the time of the explosion. As soon as the first bang rang through the ward, Fred flung himself over me, protecting me under his body, the infusion pump’s cords dangling off his arms. Suddenly, the ward caught fire, and my body kicked into work mode. After all, he was my patient, and he was the one lying in the hospital bed. It was my duty to save him. Discharging him from the drip attached to his arm, I did the best that I could and managed to pull us both out of the inflamed room, coughing and sputtering as I dragged us out of there. Fred’s eyes had been temporaril
Emily’s POVHarry’s confident stare began to irritate me and left me wondering if Fred knew any “normal people.” His flirtations were very obvious now, but I suspected Harry was only doing so to tease me and didn’t really mean it. After all, he had never shown any special feelings toward me on the few occasions we had met. But Fred had always been around, and they were friends. “Harry, I know you don’t know me very well, but there is one thing you should know … I’m not someone you can play with,” warning him. I wasn’t going to let him have it that easy. “I’m serious, Em,” Harry shot back, “and can I call you that?” “Give me a reason to trust you,” crossing my arms and looking at him, completely ignoring the last half of his sentence. “If I had to give you a reason, hmm, for one, I think you are very special,” he complimented. What a flimsy reason, rolling my eyes at him. Harry cheekily grabbed at his heart, as if my eye roll agonized him. Acting coolly, the conversation contin
Emily’s POVThere was no doubt that Harry had purposefully asked this question. He and Fred were friends, and besides, my ex-husband and my breakup had been splashed across the tabloids. He clearly wanted to embarrass me. The moment he leaves here, I bet the first person he is going to call is Fred and replay exactly what has happened here today. Despite him hinting that he knew who I was, I played it cool, using an alias. “Nice to meet you. Just call me Emma,” came my words in a quick attempt to hide my identity. Harry had caught me off guard. “Oh, is that what you go by these days? Emma? Isn’t your name Emily?” Harry teased, “Don’t look so nervous, Emma, I won’t tell Fred — maybe. Say, how would you feel about a drink? Both our nerves are shot from this flooding nonsense. Let’s get the matter cleared up, and then I buy you a drink to say thank you.” No thanks were needed; it was our warehouse that had flooded, not our client’s. But Harry was a smooth operator and was just using
Emily’s POVCursing myself for being so careless, I grabbed the keyring from Fred, hoping he had been too distracted to notice my Louis Vuitton. But this could be the opportunity I was looking for. Instead of explaining the truth, I went along with the charade Fred had created. If he continued to believe that Richard and I were an item, maybe he’d stay out of my life. My next words were deliberate. “Well, despite what you think, and what may or may not be the truth, I’m willing to wait for Richard,” my comeback hitting him like a ton of bricks. Fred had no right to blame me. After all, my love for him had been acquitted, and for many years. But that didn’t change the consequences of the past weeks. All he could do was stand there stunned. Breaking the silence, Fred continued, “But why would you want to be with a man who loves someone else?” That’s rich coming from you, Fred. “Em, please, I beg of you, resign from this job. I’ll even introduce you to a new one, one that’s better
Emily’s POVIt should have been a simple matter, but nothing was ever that easy with Fred. Not accepting the fact that I didn’t want him to drive me home, he persisted further. “But, Em, I insist. Or is it because you just can’t wait to get rid of me that you’re in such a hurry to leave me?” He continued. Giving him a wary glance, I didn’t answer his accusations. Fred’s unreasonable worries were becoming too much. Plus, I hadn’t been feeling well all day, and now, I was more than ready to get home and finally get into some comfortable clothing. It was never my intention to stay here until this late … All evening, the dizzying sensation I felt in the morning had gotten increasingly worse, but I had tried my best to act normal around Fred’s grandfather. ‘Never show your opponent your weaknesses.’ My father’s words rang through me; another one of his advisals he had shared with me. By now, the dizziness was too hard to ignore. Dinner was the first chance I had gotten to eat a prope
Emily’s POVFred’s sudden irritation from the news of my “marriage” was unexpected. Once our divorce proceedings were complete, we would have nothing more to do with each other. That day couldn’t come sooner… Who I wanted to be with was my business and my business alone. I’m so done with all this drama, albeit I had added slightly more fuel to the fire with my last message to Fred. After about the tenth attempt, the phone calls finally stopped and my phone was silent. Opening the drawer, I retrieved my mobile. The next moment, the phone began to ring again. This time, it wasn’t Fred calling. Hopefully, he had given up. A random number flashed on the screen. Maybe it’s a client. I better answer it just in case. Swiping open the call, Fred’s voice chimed down the line. He was using an unknown number; it wasn’t from his office or home either. Without letting him say anything more than the first hello, I got straight to the point. “If this is about Richard’s cheating, Fred, there