Emma's legs felt like lead as she walked down the long aisle, her father's grip on her arm vice-like. Memories of Mark's betrayal with Amanda flashed through her mind in agonizing flickers.There was Mark, whispering hushed endearments to Amanda as they embraced... Mark and Amanda kissing passionately, oblivious to Emma's stunned presence... The devastated look on Amanda's face when Emma confronted her about the affair..."Emma, keep it together," her father hissed through a frozen smile as they approached the altar.She blinked back tears, putting on a brave face as James came into view. His expression was stony, giving no hint of the emotional turmoil she knew he must be feeling."Dearly beloved..." The priest's voice cut through her daze.Emma tuned out the droning speech, fighting waves of nausea. This was all wrong. She didn't love James, and he didn't love her. How could she go through with this sham?Her father shot her a warning look as the vows began. Emma's heart pounded, co
The limo slowed to a halt at the grand Montgomery estate, and James hastily exited without even considering holding the door for Emma. She sighed inwardly, gathering her gown delicately before stepping out, feelinga pang of disappointmentat his lack of courtesy. James marched ahead, his destination clear - the east wing guest rooms. Emma hurried to catch up, blocking his path with an outstretched arm. "Where are you off to in such a hurry?" she demanded, her voice tinged with frustration. James glanced at her with a mixture of irritation and disdain. "To find a room as far away from you as possible."
Emma jolted awake, heart pounding. The dream had been so vivid - Mark's hands roaming her body, his lips on her skin. She shuddered at the memory."What's wrong with you?" James' gruff voice made her jump. He glared at her from across the bed, eyes narrowed in the dim light. Emma felt heat rush to her cheeks."N-nothing. Just a dream, I will be fine," she stammered."it would have been better if you kept that in your dream but your moaning woke me up," James snapped. "Keep it down, will you? I need to sleep here."Emma wanted to sink through the mattress. Had she been moaning out loud? How utterly mortifying. Her cheeks burned."Sorry," she mumbled, staring at the sheets.James grunted and turned away, leaving Emma flustered and embarrassed. She'd only been dreaming of her ex-lover Mark. Was that so wrong? James acted like she'd committed a crime.As James' breathing slowed to a steady rhythm, Emma couldn't relax. Her body still tingled from the vivid dream, her skin feeling feverish
Emma blinked awake to the harsh blare of an alarm clock. Disoriented, she glanced around the familiar bedroom before the events of last night came rushing back. The fight with James. His cold rejection. Their bitter agreement to keep up the charade of a happy marriage. Steeling herself, Emma rose from the tangled sheets and quickly dressed, wanting to face the day head-on. She wouldn't cower in this room like a scolded child. As she emerged, the mouthwatering aroma of bacon and fresh coffee wafted through the hallway. Emma followed the scent towardthe sound ofclinking dishware and low voices conversing.
The shrill ringing of Emma's phone pierced the silence of her hotel room suite. She had been staring out the window, her fingers absentmindedly tracing the glittering diamond ring on her left hand. Asymbol of her new life, her new identity as Mrs. Reynolds. And yet, the ache in her heart refused to dissipate, leaving her adrift in a sea of uncertainty.With a trembling hand, she reached for the phone, her breath catchingin her throatas the caller ID flashed a name she had hopedto never see again: Mark."Hello?" She answered, her voice barel
James slammed the door behind him as he stormed out of the mansion. His heart was pounding witha potent mix ofrage, hurt, and something else he couldn't quite put his finger on. This was it - the moment he had been simultaneously dreading and craving. Thechance to finally cut ties with this sham of a marriage once and for all. Without a second thought, he whipped out his phone and stabbed at his father's contact, impatience fraying his nerves with every ring. "James? What's going on, son?" Senator Reynolds's gruff voice finally crackled over the line. "It's Em
Emma sipped her pina colada, staring out at the crystal blue waters of the Hawaiian beach. She should be overjoyed to be on her honeymoon in paradise with her new husband James. But a dark cloud hung over their supposed romantic getaway. "You've hardly said two words to me since we arrived," Emma said, breaking the tense silence between them.James looked up from the book he was pretending to read. "What would you like me to say? That I'm thrilled to be stuck in this sham of a marriage?""It doesn't have to be a sham if we actually try," Emma pleaded. "This was supposed to be our chance to start over, just the two of us."James laughed bitterly. "You mean the chance for you to trap me into this farce. I'm not that naive, Emma. I know the real reason you wanted to get married."She recoiled like she'd been slapped. "And what's that? A chance at actual happiness for once in my life?" "Don't give me that act. You only married me to merge our families' companies and wealth. Just like my
Chapter The Promise The Hawaiian sun was beating down as James and Sarah strolled hand-in-hand along the pristine white sand beach. After securing a private bungalow at an exclusive Maui resort, they quickly changed into their swimsuits to spend the day soaking up the sun and reveling in each other's company."This place is like a dream," Sarah sighed contentedly, gazing out over the azure waters of the Pacific. "I can't believe you could bring me here with you."James pulled her closer, planting a kiss on her sun-kissed shoulder. "Just you and me babe, no interruptions. I will do anything for you babe and I am willing to stand with you forever but with time you need to be hidden for now."“But it is not easy having you stay with another woman in the same room,” Sarah said.“Believe me when I say it is you and you alone, I want, and nothing can change that,” he stated.They found a secluded spot and spread out their towels. Sarah wasted no time in undoing the ties of her skimpy bikin
Emma laughed softly as she adjusted the collar of Mark’s suit, her fingers brushing against his chest. They stood in the office conference room, the sunlight streaming through the glass walls, casting a golden hue over them. Mark grinned at her, his eyes filled with warmth, as if they shared an inside joke no one else could understand. “Honestly, Mark,” Emma teased, stepping back to admire her handiwork, “if I didn’t step in to save you, you’d walk into this meeting looking like a wrinkled mess.” Mark chuckled, his voice low and smooth. “That’s why I keep you around, Emma. You’re not just the brains of this operation—you’re also the style police.” Their laughter echoed through the room, a stark contrast to the tension radiating from James, who stood just outside the conference room, watching them through the glass. His jaw clenched as he saw Emma place a hand on Mark’s arm, her touch lingering just a second too long. When the meeting concluded, Emma and Mark
James stood at the doorway of Emma’s office, the weight of his desperation etched into his features. He hesitated for a moment, watching her from afar. Emma sat at her desk, flipping through documents with practiced precision, her demeanor calm and collected.He cleared his throat, stepping inside. “Emma,” he began, his voice softer than usual, almost hesitant.She didn’t look up, keeping her eyes on the document in front of her. “If you’re here about work, leave it on the desk. If it’s personal, I’m not interested.”James sighed, stepping closer. “Emma, please. We need to talk.”At this, she glanced up, her eyes cold and unreadable. “About what, James? More excuses? More promises you won’t keep?”“No,” he said quickly, shaking his head. “I’m not here to make excuses. I just... I just want us to fix this.”Emma leaned back in her chair, cros
James stood in the kitchen, the faint aroma of rosemary and garlic filling the air. He wiped his hands on a towel, glancing nervously at the clock. Emma would be home soon. He had spent the entire day preparing her favorite meal—grilled salmon with creamy mashed potatoes and roasted asparagus. It wasn’t just about the food; it was about the message he hoped to send.He wanted her to know he was trying. That he was sorry. That he couldn’t lose her.When the front door opened, James quickly straightened his shirt, running a hand through his hair. He plastered a smile on his face as Emma stepped into the living room, her heels clicking against the wooden floor.“Emma,” he greeted warmly. “You’re home.”She paused, her sharp gaze cutting through him. “I can see that, James. What is it this time?”He gestured toward the dining table, which was set with candles and her favorite white-and-gold china. &ldqu
Sarah leaned back against her couch, a glass of wine in her hand, the room dimly lit by the glow of her TV. Her mind was swirling with frustration and indignation over her earlier conversation with James. His dismissive attitude and hollow promises were beginning to wear on her, but she wasn’t about to let him win. She was determined to remind him that she wasn’t a woman to be ignored.A sharp knock at the door pulled her from her thoughts. She glanced at her phone, her brow furrowing. She wasn’t expecting anyone, and James certainly wouldn’t show up unannounced. Setting her glass down, she rose to her feet and walked to the door, peeking through the peephole.“Tyler?” she muttered under her breath, a mix of surprise and annoyance flashing across her face. What was he doing here?She opened the door, leaning against the frame with a raised brow. “What do you want?”Tyler stood there, his hands shoved into the pocket
James sat in his home office, the soft glow of his desk lamp illuminating the scattered papers before him. His mind was a whirlwind, consumed by Emma’s growing defiance and the precarious state of his plans. His phone vibrated for the fifth time in the last hour, the screen lighting up with Sarah’s name. He clenched his jaw, refusing to answer.A few moments later, another message popped up: "James, you can’t ignore me forever. Call me now, or I’ll handle this my way."He cursed under his breath, tossing his pen onto the desk. “Damn it, Sarah,” he muttered. The last thing he needed was for her to create more chaos in his already fragile situation. With a resigned sigh, he picked up the phone and dialed her number.The call connected almost instantly. “Finally!” Sarah’s voice was sharp, laced with frustration. “What the hell, James? You’ve been ignoring my calls and texts for days.”“I&r
Emma sat in the plush armchair by the window, a glass of wine cradled in her hand as she stared out at the city skyline. The Montgomery estate was eerily quiet, save for the faint hum of traffic in the distance. She had spent the day drowning herself in paperwork, trying to ignore the growing tension between her and James. Tonight, she resolved, she would give herself peace.A soft knock on the door disrupted her thoughts. She didn’t bother turning. “Come in,” she said, her tone devoid of warmth.James entered hesitantly, his usual confidence replaced with a vulnerability she hadn’t seen before. He closed the door behind him and took a deep breath.“Emma,” he began softly, his voice almost pleading.She didn’t respond immediately, swirling the wine in her glass. “If this is another attempt to lecture me, James, I suggest you save your breath.”He moved closer, his hands shoved into his pockets as if tryin
Emma sat in her sleek office, her pen tapping rhythmically against the surface of her desk. The glow of her laptop illuminated her face as she reviewed the latest financial reports. A knock on the door interrupted her focus."Come in," she said without looking up, her tone clipped.James stormed in, his face a mixture of frustration and urgency. He didn’t wait for an invitation to sit down. Instead, he slammed the door shut and stood in front of her desk."Emma," he began, his voice sharp, "I just got off the phone with Senator Donald’s campaign team. They’re saying the funds promised to them have been rescinded. Care to explain?"Emma looked up, her expression calm, almost indifferent. "I withdrew the funds."James blinked, stunned. "You what?""I withdrew the funds," she repeated, leaning back in her chair. Her voice was steady, but there was a glint of defiance in her eyes. "That agreement was my father’s, not mine. I see no r
The phone on James’s desk buzzed with a ferocity that matched his frayed nerves. He glanced at the screen, knowing full well who it was. Senator Donald.He let it ring twice before picking up. “Dad,” he said, his voice a mix of frustration and resignation.“Don’t you ‘Dad’ me,” Senator Donald’s voice boomed through the speaker. “What the hell is going on over there? Do you have any idea the position you’re putting this family in?”James pinched the bridge of his nose. “I’m handling it.”“Handling it?” Donald’s tone dripped with disbelief. “Handling it? From where I’m sitting, it looks like you’re letting everything spiral out of control. A divorce, James? Do you understand what that word even means for people like us?”James sighed, leaning back in his chair. “I’m not letting anything happen. Emma’s the one who’s making this impossible. She—”Donald cut him off. “I don’t care what Emma’s doing. Your job is to keep her in line. That’s why we agreed to this arrangement in the first place
James slumped into the leather chair in Sarah’s dimly lit apartment, the scent of her lavender candles mingling with the faint aroma of her perfume. He loosened his tie, his face a mix of frustration and exhaustion.Sarah appeared in the doorway, wearing a silk robe that barely reached her knees. She held a glass of red wine in one hand, her expression amused. “Well, well, look who decided to show up,” she teased, setting the wine glass down on the coffee table.“Don’t start,” James muttered, rubbing his temples.Sarah tilted her head, her dark curls cascading over her shoulder. “Someone’s in a mood. What’s wrong? Did wifey give you the cold shoulder again?”James shot her a glare. “This isn’t a joke, Sarah. My life is falling apart.”She raised an eyebrow and settled onto the couch beside him, tucking her legs under her. “Alright, Mr. Doom and Gloom, spill it. What’s got you so worked up?”He sighed deeply, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees. “Emma’s pushing for a divorce. S