All Chapters of His Unfinished Love Story: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Daniel's POVI woke up feeling uneasy. Ever since Emma left her home to head to the hospital after the night we shared together, I had a nagging feeling that something was wrong. I tried reaching her multiple times throughout the day, but every time we spoke, our conversations were brief, and she seemed distant.I picked up my phone and called her again. “Hey, Emma. How are you?”“I’m fine, Daniel,” she replied, her voice flat.“I was thinking maybe we could arrange an outing for Lily as a family. What do you think?”“I’ve been really busy lately, Daniel,” she said, a hint of frustration in her voice. “I don’t think I can.”“But it’s been so long since we all spent time together,” I insisted. “Lily would love it.”“I really have to go now, Daniel. We’ll talk later,” she said, ending the call abruptly.I stared at my phone, confusion and worry gnawing at me. Why was she keeping her distance after the intimacy we shared? Had I done something to upset her? I couldn’t let her go without f

David sat in his dimly lit office, the shadows casting long, haunting lines across his face. His mind was a storm of memories and new revelations, each one more painful than the last. The news about Scarlet's body had struck him like a dagger to the heart, reopening old wounds he thought had long healed. The woman he had once loved, the woman he had lost to his brother Michael, was gone forever. And now, he suspected that Michael was responsible for her death."Why, Michael? Why did you have to take everything from me?" David muttered to himself, tears streaming down his face. "I should have seen it. I should have protected her. Scarlet, I’m so sorry."He slammed his fist onto the desk, the pain in his hand a welcome distraction from the ache in his chest. "I can’t fall apart now. Emma and Daniel need me. I can’t let Michael hurt anyone else."David’s phone buzzed with a message. He glanced at it, his eyes narrowing as he read the contents: "Meet me at the old warehouse. I have eviden

Emma's POVI felt my depression relapse, the weight of it dragging me down as I sat in the cold, sterile interrogation room. The police questioned me relentlessly about my involvement in the incident. Each session was more stressful and exhausting than the last, the pressure to prove my innocence mounting with every passing minute.“Emma Emerson,” the officer began, his voice stern and unyielding, “we have evidence linking you to the scene. How do you explain your bracelet being found there?”“I don’t know how it got there,” I replied, my voice trembling with fatigue and frustration. “I wasn’t there. Someone must have planted it.”The officer leaned forward, his eyes piercing into mine. “And who would do that? Why would someone want to frame you?”I swallowed hard, trying to keep my composure. “I don’t know. But I swear I’m telling the truth.”"Why were you at the hospital that night?" the officer demanded."I was visiting a patient," I replied, my voice trembling despite my efforts t

Michael’s pov I walked out of the operating room, my body heavy with exhaustion. The surgery had been long and grueling, and my mind was racing with the possibilities of what could still go wrong. Jessica’s parents were waiting anxiously, their eyes fixed on me as I approached. Jessica’s father, a tall man with an imposing presence, exuded an aura of dominance and superiority. His sharp, penetrating eyes were a clear reflection of his powerful personality. “Mr. Hampton, Mrs. Hampton,” I began, trying to keep my voice steady. “The surgery went well. We were able to remove the tumor, but given its location near the temporal lobe, there may be some sequelae, particularly affecting speech.” Jessica’s father nodded, his expression inscrutable. “Thank you, Dr. Thompson,” he said, his voice deep and commanding. “Your hard work is appreciated.” I looked up to him, an arrogant character like me rarely found someone to admire, but Mr. Hampton was different. His presence demanded respect,

The courtroom buzzed with tension, the atmosphere thick with anticipation as Emma’s bail hearing began. Emma sat at the defense table, her face a mixture of determination and vulnerability. The audience was filled with key figures: Daniel, his eyes never leaving Emma; David, whose calm demeanor hid a calculating mind; Michael, exuding tension and possessiveness; and Laura, Emma’s colleague, who had provided her refuge during her hard times with Michael, showing her support with a reassuring presence.--During a recess, Daniel approached Emma. The courtroom noise faded as they shared a private moment.“Emma, I need you to know that no matter what happens today, I am here for you. I love you, and I will fight for you. You are not alone in this,” Daniel said, his voice full of sincerity.Emma’s eyes welled up with tears. “Thank you, Daniel. Your support means everything to me.”Daniel took Emma’s hand, squeezing it reassuringly. His gaze was unwavering, filled with love and resolve.Mic