All Chapters of The unfaithful encounter : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Emma’s POVThe cold air of the night bit at my skin as I stood near the edge of the estate, staring into the dark woods. The wind whispered through the trees, carrying with it a strange feeling of unease. I had been feeling it all day—the weight of everything that had happened, the lies, the secrets, the constant feeling of being trapped in a world that didn’t seem like my own anymore.I wrapped my arms around myself, trying to block out the thoughts that kept spinning in my mind. There was so much I didn’t know. Ethan had told me about Damian, about the past they shared, but it wasn’t enough. Damian was after something, and I was at the center of it all. And I needed to understand why."Emma," I heard Ethan’s voice call out from behind me. I turned to see him standing in the doorway of the house, his figure barely visible in the dim light. "What are you doing out here?"I sighed, feeling the weight of everything pressing on me. "I needed some air," I said, my voice quiet, almost defe

Emma's POVThe drive back to the estate was quiet, the kind of silence that carried the weight of everything left unsaid. I glanced at Ethan from the corner of my eye. He was focused on the road, his jaw set and his knuckles white as they gripped the steering wheel. He hadn’t spoken a word since we left the warehouse, and I couldn’t tell if it was anger, relief, or something else entirely.As we pulled into the long driveway, I saw the faint glow of lights in the house. Something about it felt off. It wasn’t just the tension from the events of the night; it was a new energy, something unfamiliar.Ethan parked the car and stepped out, his movements precise and controlled. I followed, my nerves on edge as we approached the front door.“I’ll check inside first,” Ethan said, his voice low. He unlocked the door and stepped in, his body language alert.I stayed close behind him, my eyes scanning the dimly lit foyer. The house felt different—quieter, but not in a comforting way. It was as th

Emma’s POVThe limousine glided through the city streets, the soft hum of the engine the only sound breaking the soft silence between Ethan and me. I kept my gaze fixed on the window, watching the blurred lights of New York City. My thoughts were a jumble of frustration, confusion, and fear. “Why are we going to the Ethan estate?” I asked, breaking the heavy silence.Ethan didn’t look at me. His sharp jaw tightened as he adjusted his cufflinks. “Because it’s time you understood the full extent of our arrangement.”My stomach churned. His cryptic answer only deepened my unease. But pressing him further would yield no results. Ethan revealed information on his terms, and I hated that about him.When the car finally pulled into the sprawling estate, I felt a lump in my throat. The Ethan mansion was as imposing as its owner—grand, cold, and intimidating. Two security guards opened the massive doors, revealing the expansive marble-floored foyer.As we stepped inside, a tall, slender woman

Emma’s POVThe mention of Delilah’s name had set off a storm neither of them seemed prepared for. I sat quietly, trying to make sense of the bombshell Nathan had just dropped. “Delilah?” Ethan finally said, his voice low but sharp. “You’re sure about this?” Nathan scoffed, crossing his arms. “Of course I’m sure. Do you think I’d come here without solid evidence?” “What evidence?” Ethan demanded, stepping closer to his brother. Nathan reached into his briefcase and pulled out a folder, slamming it onto the table. “This. Emails, bank transfers, conversations she had with Damian. She’s been feeding him information for months.” Ethan grabbed the folder and flipped through its contents, his expression growing darker with each page. I watched as his jaw tightened, his knuckles white as he gripped the papers. “This doesn’t make sense,” Ethan muttered. “Why would she do this? What’s in it for her?” “Revenge,” Nathan said simply. Ethan looked up, his eyes narrowing. “Revenge fo

Emma’s POVEthan estate was unusually quiet, the kind of silence that only seemed to precede chaos. Ethan’s mood had grown colder, more complicated, as the days passed. The leaked documents, the growing pressure from the media, and Damian’s relentless attacks had worn him down. I could see it in the tightness of his jaw, the way he paced endlessly in his study, and the sharpness in his words. “Do you think Damian is done?” I asked Ethan as we sat in the study. He barely looked up from the papers spread across his desk. “Damian’s never done. As long as he thinks there’s a chance to win, he’ll keep coming.” “Then why don’t we end this?” I asked, leaning forward. “Go directly to him and confront him.” Ethan glanced at me, his eyes narrowing. “Because Damian doesn’t play fair. Confronting him on his turf would only make things worse.” “So, what’s the plan?” Ethan leaned back in his chair, running a hand through his hair. “I’m working on it.” “Working on it?” I repeated, frus