"You what?!" I exclaimed, my eyes widening as my heart began to race. I had heard that Christof died recently, but it was labeled as natural causes, old age. I had no idea Ethan was responsible."How could you?" I took a step back, almost stumbling. Ethan could never truly change, I realized, as the weight of it hit me. Tears began to roll down my cheeks. Why did it feel like a part of me still wanted him to?"You can never change, can you?" I whispered, staring at the man I once loved,the man who was a killer."No, Emily. I have changed. I've buried that part of my life," Ethan said, his voice firm, but I could only stare at him. A mixture of anger and pain surged through me."With how many bodies did you bury that part of your life?" I asked, feeling the crushing weight of his actions pressing down on me."I had to," he said, and I shook my head in disbelief."No. We could have run away together, somewhere far, somewhere they never would have found you." My heart broke as I spoke, w
"What is this?" I asked, my voice laced with disbelief. I turned to Jason, who shrugged in response. "What is this, Jennifer? Did Ethan use his AI to hack Jason’s TV or something?" I muttered, unwilling to believe what the reporter was saying. Ethan couldn’t have done something so foolish, just because of what I said."Are you serious, Emily?" Jennifer's voice was filled with frustration. "Ethan turned himself in for you!" she yelled, and I shook my head, my heart racing as tears welled up in my eyes."That’s a lie! He’s lying!" I protested, wiping away the tears. "He’s deceiving you, Jennifer. He’s done it to me before. He once told me he’d let Wayne kill him if I wanted, but he was lying!" I said, finding it impossible to believe what was happening."He’s not lying, My father is at the station right now, trying to convince him to stop. Only you can stop him!" Jennifer's words blurred in my mind."I won’t do it. Leave me alone!" I yelled, hanging up the call. As soon as the line disc
"Is this real?" I wondered. For someone about to have his head cut off, Ethan looked too comfortable."Stop this, Ethan!" I yelled, sitting down opposite him. "Please stop playing games with me. Just let me go, please," I pleaded, hating how easily everything he did affected me."This is me letting you go, Emily," Ethan said, his voice suddenly serious. I had almost forgotten how intense he could get. "I promise you, this isn’t a game. I really want to pay for my crimes."His words tightened something in my chest. "Why?" I asked, my eyes filling with tears. Despite everything, I didn't want the man I loved to end up in prison."Because I deserve it," he replied, his tone all business."No, you don’t," I said, my voice cracking. "You’ve done so many good things too." But Ethan only gave me a faint smile."I love you, Emily. With all my heart. And I really hope you find someone who loves you as much as I do," Ethan said, his words feeling like a final goodbye. "Someone good and kind, so
Six Weeks Later: The Final Hearing"Please, don't go through with it," I pleaded, my eyes fixed on Ethan as we stood together just before the trial. For almost six weeks, he had refused my visits, and this was the first time I'd seen him. He looked thinner, worn down by time in custody."You look pale. Are you okay?" Ethan asked, concern flickering in his eyes.I shook my head. How could I be? I had been feeling sick constantly, throwing up, dizzy, and suffering from headaches."Are you eating well?" Ethan’s voice softened. "Isn't Jason taking care of you?" He asked and I frowned at the mention of Jason. "We broke up," I whispered, my voice barely audible. After Ethan turned himself in I couldn't bear be with Jason, i was always sad around him, never giving him the time and attention he deserved, hence i had to break up with him, but he didn't takes it well, he insisted he could wait for me to heal and feel better, but i knew from the bottom of my heart that I could never love him. N
“What!” I exclaimed, my eyes widening in disbelief. I turned to Jennifer, who looked just as shocked. “It can’t be,” I stuttered.Jennifer turned her head towards me, confusion etched across her face. “I thought you said you and Jason never…” she wondered.I nodded. “Never,” I echoed, panic rising within me.Jennifer looked back at the doctor, her voice firm and certain. “You must be mistaken, doctor. My friend has been celibate for over three…” Before Jennifer could finish, I cut her off. “I haven’t been celibate!” I whispered, feeling the heat of shame wash over me. My mind flashed back to the afternoon of her wedding, the memory of Ethan flooding back, the heat of the moment, our impulsive connection, and my frantic rush to escape afterward, forgetting the after pill.Jennifer’s expression shifted to one of motherly concern. “Who?” she asked, her voice firm. I bit my lip, avoiding her gaze, my eyes darting to the doctor, who was watching our exchange intently.“Ethan,” I murmured,
"Are you sure you want to do this?" Jennifer’s voice was soft, yet filled with concern as she held my hand tightly. We walked into the clinic, the sterile smell of the place overwhelming my senses, and my heart raced in my chest. I could barely focus as I tried to take deep, steady breaths. "Yes, Jen," I replied, though the words felt hollow, like I was trying to convince myself just as much as I was convincing her."You just found out you're pregnant," she continued, her eyes searching mine for any flicker of doubt. "Wouldn’t it be better to wait? To think it through a little more?" Her voice was gentle, but beneath it was a plea.I shook my head, biting my lip to keep the tears at bay. "I don’t want to change my mind." The words came out firmer than I expected. I didn’t want to be swayed. I couldn’t be. I needed to do this before the weight of everything crushed me completely."I’ll go in myself," I urged, my voice quieter now. "Wait in the car with Irene and the others." I couldn’
"Then don’t do it," Jennifer urged softly, her voice steady but filled with concern. I shook my head, tears streaming down. "I have to," I whispered, my voice breaking. "I don’t have enough love to give them at the moment. They deserve more than a broken mother," I thought to myself. The nurse, standing nearby, remained silent, her face professional yet kind. She quietly placed her Doppler aside and handed me a tissue to wipe my tears. “You can head back to the doctor’s office,” she instructed gently. Jennifer and I both nodded, and we made our way down the hallway, my heart heavy with each passing moment.As we got to the doctor's office, we pushed open the door without knocking, only to stop abruptly. Another patient was seated inside. “Oh! Sorry,” Jennifer exclaimed, starting to close the door, but the doctor’s voice cut in. “No, Ms. Sanders, come in,” the doctor urged, his tone serious but also welcoming. I hesitated at the door, reluctant to walk in or speak about my choice
"Please, let's be a family," Ethan pleaded, kneeling before me and pulling out the ring, the same ring he had proposed with over three years ago. I watched him, a weak smile tugging at my lips. "I don't think this is the best place to propose," I said softly, glancing around the hospital room. "Besides, the floor isn't exactly sanitary. Please, get up." I said everything except what he wanted to hear."Well, answer me so I can get up," he replied, a smile playing on his lips. I glanced over at Jennifer, who nodded, urging me to say yes. I looked back at Ethan, my sweet Ethan, still on his knees."I love you," I said slowly, "and I would love to have a family with you. But I can't marry you." The words felt heavy as they left my mouth. I helped him to his feet, but I could see the hurt in his eyes."Why not, Em?" Jennifer’s voice cut through the silence that followed my answer."Marriage is... too heavy," I explained, feeling the weight of my father’s disapproval bearing down on me.