All Chapters of His Unfinished Love Story: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Emma glanced at the clock on the wall, the soft tick-tock mingling with the gentle hum of the night outside. Her three-year-old daughter, Lily, was finally asleep, her tiny body curled up under the pastel pink blanket that had been a birthday gift from her grandparents. Emma took a moment to brush a stray strand of hair from Lily’s forehead, her heart swelling with the kind of love only a mother could understand.She tiptoed out of the room, careful not to make a sound, and settled into the corner of the living room where her laptop awaited. The room was dimly lit, bathed in the soft glow of the desk lamp that illuminated the scattered notes and textbooks she’d used for her research. Emma had been working tirelessly on her manuscript for months, pouring her heart into every page. Tonight was the night she would finally submit it to the esteemed journal she had been dreaming of reaching.As she opened her laptop and navigated to the journal’s submission guidelines, she realized she nee

Emma's alarm woke her at 5:30 a.m. as usual, but today, she felt a strange sense of resolve. She dressed quickly, kissed Lily goodbye, and headed to work. The hospital bustled with its usual activity, and Emma threw herself into her rounds, giving instructions to her trainees with renewed energy.During a rare quiet moment in the staff room, Dr. Patel told a hilarious story about a patient who mistook a stethoscope for a fancy necklace. Emma couldn’t help but laugh along with her colleagues, the sound of their laughter echoing in the room. For a moment, the weight on her shoulders lightened.After work, Emma headed to her Pilates class. Her instructor, Lisa, a stunning 36-year-old divorcee with a 12-year-old son, shared a story about a date with a mixed-race rich man who ditched her upon learning she was a single mom. Emma usually enjoyed these anecdotes, often making witty comments. But today, she just listened, her mind drifting to her own troubles. Lisa noticed Emma's silence but d

Emma’s p.o.v.I continued my walk at "the plateau," the place where Daniel and I had spent countless hours together. As I wandered through the secluded green area of our old high school, memories flooded back, each step bringing a new wave of nostalgia.Daniel had proposed to me during one of the hardest times in his life. His father was suffering from a terminal brain tumor, lying on his deathbed, and his stepmother was relentlessly pursuing his inheritance. When Daniel asked me to marry him, I didn’t think it through. I thought the best way to ease his mind was to say yes. So I did.My parents were grateful to Daniel for bringing me back to life after my trauma, but they had their reservations about our relationship. They believed we were mismatched. I was content with a simple life, while Daniel always aspired for more. My mother tried to object, but when she saw the tears in my eyes, she didn’t persist.Our wedding was beautiful, held at a luxurious venue with a stunning view of t

Emma’s p.o.v.:I came back home with a heavy heart, my mind still swirling with the memories of our past. I found Daniel in the living room, staring at his laptop. Taking a deep breath, I decided it was time to confront him. "Daniel, we need to talk," I said, my voice trembling slightly. He looked up, concern etched on his face. "Emma, what's wrong?" "I've been doing a lot of thinking," I began, my hands clasped tightly together. "About us, our relationship, and everything we've been through." He set his laptop aside and stood up, walking towards me. "Emma, I love you. You know that, right? I'm ready to give you everything you ask for. I can transfer the shares I inherited from my father to you. I can put the house under your name. Let's just put this behind us." I shook my head, feeling tears prickling at the corners of my eyes. "It's not about the money or the house, Daniel. Do you really love me, or are you just settling?" His eyes widened in shock. "Emma, you're not a woman

Daniel’s pov: I stared at my reflection in the mirror, adjusting my tie for the third time. Emma had been distant lately, and despite my best efforts, I couldn't understand why. Her sudden eagerness to break up felt like a puzzle I couldn't solve. Witnessing my confessions of flirtations on that program was hurtful, I knew that, but was it enough to make her want to leave me? Or had she discovered something more? The conflicts with my uncle over my father's inheritance weighed heavily on my mind. He and my stepmother had been scheming together, threatening to frame my father for corruption. If they succeeded, they could legally seize my shares of the company. The Turkish legal system allowed for such actions under specific conditions, particularly if they could prove my father's involvement in fraudulent activities. That's why I had been so eager to transfer my shares to Emma—not just to prove my love, but to protect what was rightfully mine. But did she know about the lengths I