All Chapters of So icy, My billionaire husband : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Emily's POV; Monday, November 5th It had been a long day. I'd finally managed to get my last two classes out of the way and now it was all over. As per usual, Emily was the first one back at school with her books in hand, just as she always is. However, unlike every other week, she didn'e have anyone waiting for her. She didn't know why exactly but she was kinda disappointed. She would have thought after how busy her day had been that she'd have at least one person waiting for her, or if not that at least someone watching over her. The only people who really did that were either family members or their significant others who are constantly by her side. It's a habit of theirs to watch over each other. Of course Emily wasn't expecting any one particular person waiting at the school gates for her today. After all what kind of person would they be?Emily was surprised that no one else was there when she reached the gates. She couldn't even see anyone standing around in the yard but some

Emily's POV;A week had passed since she'd seen her best friend in months and the whole time she felt like someone had ripped a hole right through her chest. Even when they were together, it was different somehow. Emily tried to make conversation as much as possible, but the conversations never really went anywhere. It was like everything inside of her just stopped functioning and her mind was stuck on one track: how can I see him again? He probably didn't even remember me. She shook that thought out of her head because there were no other logical possibilities. Her mind was set on seeing Ryan again and there was no way she could turn back now.It wasn't until Emily walked into work the next morning that she realised something was wrong with herself for thinking this. There was something wrong with the way she was acting. She wasn't sure what it was, but something about this whole situation felt off. Her first day at work went by without incident, but that didn' stop her from thinking

In one of the stars I shall be living. In one of them I shall be laughing. And so it will be as if all the stars were laughing, when you look at the sky at night...You - only you - will have stars that can laugh. You will be able to laugh and know that nothing will ever come between you and me. Because there is not a single star in this world or any other who can do what I am doing now...But even they cannot see what is in front of them, as they walk along the roads below them…No! No one can see! Because we are too far away, we too far apart….I am here. And there is no one but me. But then again, there is never anyone but me. The world is always my own. There are many things I want you to know about me. The world is mine. So much more than just this place. This place has been my home for years now. I have made it beautiful. I have made it great. Every day, from this moment on, I intend on making sure of that. And every time you find yourself thinking about me, and wanting to see me a

Emily's POV;It had been three years since the last time I'd seen my mother in person. Three long, painful years of being stuck with a family that hated my guts and only cared about themselves. The last time we were all together was the first time her husband died. The day they buried him. It was the first anniversary that her son was born. He had a name, Henry, but she always called him Little Henry.After that, she refused to talk to me. She ignored me for months at a time. I would get calls from other people, telling me to please just come home already. It wasn't fair on anyone, least of all me, so I would go back home, pretending it didn't bother me at all.The one person who did speak to me for real is Henry. My brother.He was seven when we moved in, and he was everything to me, even though I tried hard not show it. After my mother disappeared, I couldn't find myself caring enough to take care of Henry. So I put up walls between us and I never spoke to him. He became friends wit

Emily's POV;When I arrived back at home, the house felt oddly empty. Not that I hadn't ever spent an evening here before (I had) but for some reason it felt different this time. I could hear Emily's laughter downstairs and I knew her parents were still out on another date. The door creaked open softly as I stepped inside. It was just past midnight. A light in the living room caught my attention. Emily was sitting in a chair next to the fireplace, a book in her lap. Her hair was slightly down, which is what had drawn my attention first."Emily?" I asked quietly as I walked into the room. My daughter looked up quickly at my approach and smiled."Hey Mom," she greeted me as I sat down on the couch. "How was your date?" She teased, making my cheeks heat up."It wasn't a date," I said defensively."So you admit it was a date?" I heard my mom calling from the kitchen and sighed."Yes," I responded after a moment of silence. "But not because I'm embarrassed or anything. They were good compa