All Chapters of THE MARRIAGE GAME: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Since Emma left for New York, a cloud of emptiness has settled over me. I knew her leaving would be tough, but not this hard. Part of me feels relieved that she's away from all the chaos my family has caused. She deserves a fresh start, a chance to rediscover herself without the shadow of the Carusos looming over her. Still, every day without her feels like a part of me is missing. I need to focus on the one thing I can control: finding out the truth behind the mess my family has caused.Today is the day I finally confront my mother. I've avoided this for too long, burying my head in the sand, hoping things would somehow resolve themselves. But Emma's discovery changed everything. I owe it to her, to Matteo and Enzo, and even to myself, to get to the bottom of this.I head to my mother's office, my mind swirling with thoughts. Isabella Caruso doesn't just sit around at home, even though she could if she wanted to. She practically runs the family's empire, always managing something, an

The days blur into weeks after Emma leaves for New York. Time passes, but I feel like I'm stuck in some sort of limbo, drifting aimlessly without a clear direction. My life has always been about control—controlling my surroundings, my image, my emotions. But now, with Emma gone and the weight of my family's secrets pressing down on me, everything feels out of control.I try to bury myself in work, hoping that the familiar routine of meetings, contracts, and deals will help me forget the chaos. But it's no use. Every time I close my eyes, I see Emma's face, the hurt in her eyes when she told me about the evidence, the way her voice trembled when she said goodbye. She's gone, and it's for the best, but it feels like a piece of me has been ripped away.The confrontation with my mother left me more confused than ever. Isabella's cold, detached confession plays on a loop in my mind. She admitted to the affair but claimed innocence in the disappearances. I want to believe her—desperately, I

There are moments when life spirals beyond your control, and you're left watching the wreckage unfold. That's exactly how I feel. Every step I take seems to push me deeper into the abyss.The house is too quiet. The kind of silence that presses in, forcing you to face everything you'd rather ignore. Emma isn't here, and her absence gnaws at me more than I want to admit. Every corner of this house reminds me of her—the sound of her laugh, the way she used to hum under her breath when she thought no one was listening.But she's gone. And maybe it's for the best.I tell myself that a hundred times a day. Maybe she's better off away from me and the tangled mess of my family's secrets. But knowing that doesn't make it any easier.I walk to the window, looking out at the ocean. The waves crash against the shore, relentless. Unforgiving. It mirrors how everything in my life has been since this investigation began. Every day, we dig up more dirt, more lies, more betrayals, and I can't help bu

It's late—past 2:30 AM—and I'm still at my desk, trying to lose myself at work. The silence around me is heavy, and all I can think about is how long it's been since I last heard from Emma. She's in New York, living her life, while I'm stuck here trying to pretend like everything's fine.Suddenly, my phone buzzes. I glance at it, not expecting anything important, but when I see Emma's name on the screen, my heart skips a beat. For a second, I think I'm seeing things. She hasn't called me since she left.Without thinking, I answer, my voice steady despite the surge of emotions. "Emma?"There's a pause, and then her voice comes through, soft and slurred. "Liam…"Hearing her voice sends a wave of relief through me, but I quickly realize she's drunk. Very drunk. There's a lightness to her tone, something I haven't heard in a while. "Emma, is everything alright?" I ask, concern lacing my words.She giggles—a sound that tugs at something deep inside me. "Why wouldn't it be? I'm just… thinki

The sky outside is still dark when I finally pull myself out of bed, the weight of last night's conversation pressing heavily on my chest. Emma's voice is still echoing in my head, soft and slurred from the alcohol, but full of the raw emotion she usually keeps so well-hidden. Hearing her like that… it did something to me.I run a hand through my hair, trying to shake off the lingering grogginess. I couldn't sleep much after her call, my mind too busy replaying every word she said. She loves me. She said it. But what does that even mean now?I've been trying to keep my distance, to give her the space she needs to figure things out, but hearing her last night brought back everything I've been trying to push down. The memories, the feelings, the longing—it all came rushing back, stronger than ever.And now, I'm stuck. I want to reach out to her, to comfort her, to tell her that everything's going to be okay, but I know that's not my place anymore. Not after the way things ended. Not aft