All Chapters of Entangled with my sister's ex: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

**Emma's POV**I burst out of Nicholas’s house, my face wet with tears and my heart in turmoil. My car keys bit into my palm as I squeezed them, the cold metal grounding me in the present. I couldn’t bear to be alone right now, with my thoughts and fears swirling around me in a chaotic dance. I needed to be around someone who cared for me genuinely, without any hidden agendas.Hope View wasn't far. I drove through the winding roads, the trees blurring past me. The familiar sight of Hope View calmed me a bit. It was a place of solace, a place where I could breathe. I parked the car and stepped out, the cool air a soothing balm against my heated skin.As I walked into the hospital, the distant muffled sounds of people talking. I needed Grace more than ever. But as I moved through the hallway, something made me stop in front of Evan's room. Voices spilled out into the hallway, sharp and angry."You think I need your pity?" Evan's voice thundered, filled with raw anger and pain. "Get out,

**Emma's POV**I stood outside Nicholas's door, my hand trembling as it hovered just inches from the doorknob. The chilly evening breeze wrapped around me, doing little to calm the storm in my chest. I had steeled myself to focus on my needs, to see where this connection with Nicholas could lead me. Lena and my family were far from my mind right now; they could be dealt with later. Hurt and confusion still gnawed at me, wondering how Nicholas could have upended my life like this. But if he truly was my fated mate, perhaps he could be the one to bring me happiness.With a deep breath, I finally gathered the courage to turn the knob and step inside the house. The familiar scent of cedar and crisp air filled my lungs, bringing a sense of strange comfort. I made my way through the dimly lit corridors, drawn to the warm light spilling out from Nicholas's office.I hesitated at the threshold. The door was open, but Nicholas wasn't alone. Two pack members—the warriors, Jacob and Nathan—stood

**Emma's POV**As the door clicked shut behind me, a wave of guilt hit me like a tsunami. I couldn't shake the image of Nicholas's face—so raw, so full of confusion and desperation. My resolve wavered with every step I took away from his office. His baby. The words echoed in my mind: oppressive and relentless. Leaning against the wall, I tried to gather myself.Nicholas deserved the truth, but telling him would ruin everything. Lena's deception and my father's ruthless ambitions would all come crashing down. Not to mention, Nicholas would hate me for keeping this terrible secret from him. I rubbed my forehead, trying to think clearly.I had only just managed to distance myself from Nicholas's magnetic pull when my phone buzzed in my pocket. I glanced at the screen—Aaron.The message read: "Hey, Emma, getting worried about you. Call me when you get a chance."With a resigned sigh, I unlocked my car and slid into the driver’s seat. The cold, leathery grip of the steering wheel matched t

**Emma's POV**Once safely inside my apartment, the comfortable familiarity did little to ease my nerves. I paced back and forth, running a hand through my tousled hair and biting at my nails—a habit I thought I'd kicked. The events of the last few hours felt like a fever dream, chaotic and unsettling."What is going on? Am I going crazy?" I asked the empty room, my voice shakier than I’d intended. The room was suffocating; walls that had once embraced me now felt like they were closing in.Just then, a voice—soft yet powerful—echoed inside my head, the same voice from my dreams. "Accept your fate and save our kind."My anger flared up irrationally. “I don’t understand what you mean or what you want from me! Just tell me!” I yelled, my voice filling the room and then being swallowed by silence.But nothing came. Of course, nothing came. I slid down to the floor, leaning against the couch, feeling a mix of frustration and utter helplessness. “Oh great, I guess I’ll just work this out o

**Emma's POV**The familiar scent of home enveloped me as I stepped into my parents' house. It was a conflicting mixture of comforting memories and the looming sense of dread. My mother was the first to greet me, her warm smile a stark contrast to the icy tension pooling in my stomach."Emma, dear! It's so good to see you." She wrapped me in a tight hug, and I did my best to return it with equal warmth despite my jittery nerves."Hi, Mum," I said, pulling back and forcing a shaky smile. "Where's Dad?""He's in a meeting but should be joining us very soon," she replied, folding her hands neatly. The slight furrow in her brow told me she sensed something was up. "It's quite unexpected for you to want to have dinner with us. You never call.""Yeah, well," I started, feeling Lena's eyes bore into me from her spot in the living room, "I felt like it was time for a family talk.""Something serious?" my mother asked, her curiosity piqued."Yes, but I'd rather wait until everyone's here," I s