Despite recognizing Trevor's imperfections, Emma believed in his inherent goodness. Despite his flaws, she entrusted him with her whole heart, confident that they could weather any storm that came their way.
Caleb had always been a pillar of support, more akin to a family member than a friend. Whenever Emma encountered challenges with Trevor, Caleb would step in to help soothe the turmoil. She intended to seek his counsel and have him mediate with Trevor.Relationships are rarely flawless; they can be complex and demanding. Sometimes, conflicts arise, forcing individuals to reevaluate everything, even though staying with that person still feels right.As they both committed to safeguarding their love and partnership, the situation began to brighten. However, this time, Trevor's demeanor exuded an unfamiliar iciness, and the suitcases he had brought hinted at an irreversible departure. Emma was repulsed by the emptiness in Trevor's gaze, as fear and unease settled within her, threatening to unleash a cry of despair. The mere thought of another man's touch, of a body that wasn't Trevor's pressed against hers, made her queasy.Upon releasing a trembling breath, she scrambled to comprehend the circumstances unfolding before her. "Well, it's actually quite positive, isn't it? I believe every couple requires some space for reminiscing and cherishing the vows exchanged between them, don't you think? Therefore, it seems like a favorable proposition."Trevor’s chilling stare conveyed multitudes, while his lips remained motionless, withholding his innermost thoughts."What?" Emma queried, suppressing the urge to reiterate her unanswered query about the perfume, as a more urgent matter loomed large in her mind; a critical situation demanding immediate attention was unfolding. Trevor seemed alien to her, an unfamiliar presence, despite having shared a bed with him just a few nights ago.His silence and steely countenance evoked a sense of foreboding within her. "I don’t think you grasp the gravity of the situation, Emma... I...""No, Trevor, I do," she interjected, resolute in her determination to salvage their love and bond. Eager to persuade Trevor that reconciliation was possible and essential for their relationship’s survival, she pressed on, fueled by adrenaline. "We've weathered storms in the past, haven't we? Taking a break allows introspection and fortification of our bond. When your time away concludes, we can reconvene and work towards rebuilding our connection."With a dry scoff, Trevor averted his gaze, rubbed his temples in frustration, cognizant that Emma would be reluctant to acknowledge the inevitable direction of their conversation.Trevor hesitated, his head shaking slowly, "More than a fortnight will be necessary, I will require a significantly extended period."Emma nodded as she swallowed the lump that formed in her throat, "Got it. How long do you think you'll need? I'll be waiting here for you. You know I will always be by your side," Emma asked, her heart racing frantically.Even as she set her gaze on Trevor, taking mental notes of his body language, Emma couldn't trace back to where everything had started going sour for the both of them, was it when he traveled back home to New Zealand to visit his father?Is this unusual behavior displayed by Trevor a result of the burden he had to shoulder in order to inherit the Maddox empire? Had work really been draining him, or is she the one?Emma needs answers. She needed someone to come to her aid right now, where's Ivanka and Caleb when she needed them the most right now! the man standing right in front of her, in this once huge bedroom where she had spent most of the night alone and cold had suddenly turned into a small room, suffocating her, increasing her temperature to another 50°She looked at the man who was the love of her life, a look of plea in her eyes as she waited for his response.Uncertainty clouded Trevor's expression as he averted his gaze, remaining silent. "I'm unable to specify a timeframe, Emma."The overwhelming urge to touch him surged within her. She yearn to reach out, to reassure him that everything would be okay, that they would overcome this together as they always had. To let Trevor know that she would be by his side always, there's no going back for them both. They had spent five years together, five years of devotion, five years of what she had seen and known to be ' Perfect love' she had seen a future with Trevor, she had seen herself starting a family with Trevor and no one else.Yes, they will get through this together.Despite her resistance, Emma couldn't help herself. Trevor's touch had always brought her comfort, even during the toughest times. It was how their love had blossomed. Her heart pounded irregularly, causing her physical pain, yet she hoped Trevor could sense it.She hoped he could feel the intensity of her love beating solely for him. From tracing her hand up his attire to exposing his sculpted chest, Emma was relieved to find his heart as unsteady as hers."Sweetheart, at this moment, all that matters is our love and support for each other. We'll conquer this together, alright? You know i love you, and i know that you love me more."Every couple faced their share of fears. The dread of loss, separation, or betrayal was common among partners, typically leading to divorce after a decade or two.Although Emma and Trevor were confronting their fears earlier than expected, she remained confident they would prevail. Trevor's face drew closer to hers, tears glimmering behind his lush lashes. His unshed tears emboldened Emma to reach for his face.His eyes closed instinctively at her touch, concealing any signs of tears. It was as though the tears had vanished behind his captivating black lashes, which Emma often envied."I no longer feel the same way about you."Emma was jolted by shock, a surge of humiliation making her recoil, as if scalded by a hot surface. The shame she felt drained the color from her face, a sensation she had never experienced before."I've always believed in your love for me. You've always shown and told me how much you love me!"Trevor's subtle grin was one she had never seen before. It was sickening, dangerous, cruel, but unintentional, spreading across his face.As his lips curved into a previously unseen smile, Emma couldn't help but feel a twinge of confusion. For years, she had never seen him display such a callous yet unintended expression, not until this very moment in their shared bedroom. "I've tried, Emma," he stated solemnly, locking his gaze with hers. "You have no idea how long I've been forcing myself to speak those words to you every day, just to keep you happy.""What?..." Emma's stomach dropped as a sudden shock coursed through her body. She could feel a sudden pang of pain as though a sharp knife melted in fire was pierced through her heart, it makes her eyes water, her throat suddenly run dry.For twenty-five years of her life, Emma had never been hit in the stomach before. And yet, in this moment, she felt like she had been dealt a brutal blow.She took a step back from him, fearing that t
" I never drink to get drunk, but I drink too much, and it's all because of you. I have to drink in order for you to be content with me sleeping in the same bed as you. I drink so that I can forget that we share the same bed, that someone else is sleeping next to me, to avoid touching you or making love to you because I don't feel any attraction whatsoever for you.""That's not true," Emma tried to protest, her voice breaking into a whisper. She bit her tongue to hold back the curse on the tip of it – she knew how much it disgusted Trevor when she cursed. So many overwhelming emotions bubbled up within her, and she didn't know which ones to cling to.Trevor swallowed hard, " You asked me if being with you is settling, right?" Trevor's devilishly nodded his head, his piercing gaze never leaving Emma, " Yes, being with you is settling. Settling for less, settling for someone who is no way a match for me"Ignoring the look of hurt and disbelief on Emma's face, Trevor continued to shred h
Upon securing his suitcases and clutching the handle, Trevor turned to her and announced, "I'm leaving right now." Emma's heart raced as she moved closer, driven by an intense urge to lock the door, discard the key, weep, plead, and take any action necessary to make him stay. She longed to engage in their routine conversations, hoping he would grasp the importance of their shared life.Her arms reached out to him imploringly, but he shrugged her off as he brushed past her. A surge of rejection, mingled with anguish and shame, filled her chest, while Trevor felt a wave of disgust creeping over him as he left the bedroom, passing by the photos that adorned the walls, capturing their memories. Unmoved by Emma's cries, he continued down the hallway."Trevor, wait, please!" Emma chased after him, fueled solely by love, oblivious to any other thoughts. Her heart overflowed with affection for the man who had shattered her heart and dreams, indifferent to her pain and suffering."My ride is o
Emma sat at the dimly lit bar, nursing a glass of scotch as she stared into the swirling depths of her emotions. Tears glistened in her eyes as she thought about Trevor, the man she had loved with all her heart, the man who had shattered her world into a million irreparable pieces. They had been dating for five years, planning their future together, building a life filled with promises of forever. But all of that came crashing down when she discovered he had been cheating on her with whom he introduced as his childhood friend.Deep down, Emma couldn't help but acknowledge the beauty of Ivanka, she's a supermodel, a beauty capable of bringing any man to his knees, and she had successfully brought Trevor to his knees; the only difference was then, Trevor had to stomp on her and her broken heart to get on his knees for Ivanka.The betrayal had cut her to the core, leaving a gaping wound in her heart that refused to heal. She felt lost and alone, adrift in a sea of broken dreams and shat
Emma's heart raced in her chest, the scent of Lucas's cologne filling her senses. It was masculine and alluring, his warm breath caressing her cheek as he pinned her against the wall. Fear gripped her as she waited for his next move, her back pressed against the hard surface."I don't appreciate how you speak to me. I genuinely care about you and what you're going through. The scoundrel who betrayed you doesn't deserve you. Only a fool would leave someone as beautiful as you for a so-called friend. Emma, your heart is pure. Don't let him alter who you are," Lucas murmured softly, his gaze shifting from her eyes to her full lips, a dark desire flickering in his eyesSensing his intense stare on her lips, Emma seized the moment to push him away. "You don't know me at all. You're trying so hard to pretend you're different. You're not. I won't fall for your sweet-talking ways, Mr. Sugarcoated lover boy. Stay out of my path," she retorted firmly."You are drunk, Emma, you have no one to loo
Upon arriving at his penthouse, Lucas carried her with ease, her body limply draped over his arms as he made his way to the bedroom. He had considered taking her to one of the many guest rooms in his house but ultimately decided against it; he couldn't afford to let a stranger wander his home without his watchful eye.As he laid her gently on the bed, Emma emitted a soft moan, and fresh tears escaped her tightly shut eyes. Lucas carefully removed her shoes and pondered whether to also remove her dress, wanting her to be as comfortable as possible. But he ultimately decided against it, not wanting to take advantage of her vulnerable state. He helped her into one of his shirts and a pair of shorts and then undressed himself, preparing for bed. But as he was about to enter the shower, he heard her sobbing.Turning to face her, he could tell she was deep in a dream. He wondered how much the wound of her betrayal must have hurt for her to cry in her slumber. Gently pulling the covers up t
Lucas was keenly aware of the need to vacate the room and put as much distance between himself and her as possible before committing the gravest error of his existence. For half a decade, he had remained chaste, refraining from inviting any woman into his private quarters or allowing anyone to stay the night. With fervent prayer, he hoped no ravenous journalists were covertly spying on his residence, eager to capture a headline-worthy photograph that would bring in a torrent of online traffic and potentially extort him for a hefty sum."Are you famished?" he asked, already heading for the door, "I am. You can get cleaned up while I have the cook prepare breakfast for us." He exited the bedroom with haste, seemingly as if his backside were aflame.Emma let out a long sigh of relief as she watched him leave the room, unable to deny the powerful effect he had on her. With just one touch, she could feel her panties becoming soaked - a fact that infuriated her. Why did she feel this unden
With every savory bite of the lamb served with homemade mint jelly, tiny roasted potatoes, and for dessert, homemade pudding topped with whipped cream that Emma wholeheartedly indulged in, Lucas felt a strange but warm stirring in his heart, enthralled by how her eyes lit up when she took a huge mouthful of the meal.The way her lips embraced the fork as she withdrew it, and her tongue darted out to catch any stray crumbs and sauce, sent a sudden surge of desire through him. He could feel the warmth spreading in his stomach, and the tightness growing in his pants made him shift uneasily in his chair. He wondered if Emma was aware of the innocent effect she had on him.Unaware of Lucas's inner turmoil, Emma continued to relish her meal. These were by far the most delicious meal she had ever tasted, and the fact that they were prepared by a man only piqued her interest. She had grown accustomed to taking care of all the household tasks, including cooking, laundry, and picking up after T