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I looked at Alex, and when our eyes met, I tried to signal him he didn’t have to do it. My parents didn't have to know everything that happened. I didn't want any more tension and rancor.But Alex only gave me a soft, almost sad smile and nodded once before facing my parents again.“It’s true,” he began. “There was never a relationship between me and Emma. Not the way you're thinking. It happened one night. Two nights before her birthday.”I was at a club that night. Emma showed up and chanced upon me. We talked and drank for a bit. I’d only had a couple of shots, nothing unusual, but I started feeling strangely disoriented. Emma offered to take me home and I agreed. I don’t know how it happened. It just did.”“So you’re saying,” Max hissed, his voice low and lethal, “you got our sister drunk, slept with her, and then showed up two days later to her birthday with your fiancée like nothing happened? That’s what you think is a better explanation?”“It didn’t happen like that,” I cut in.
EMMAThe room went still.Liam’s words hung in the air, impossible to ignore. The silence that followed stretched so long it began to buzz in my ears, like static behind my heartbeat.All eyes were on Alex. Then on me.Then back to Alex again.I could barely breathe.My father’s voice finally broke the silence.“What is the boy talking about?” he asked calmly, looking at me now. “Emma. Is this true?”My mouth opened, but no sound came out. Liam stepped forward again before I could even form a thought.“Don’t you believe me, Grandpa?” he asked, his little brow furrowed, his voice slightly annoyed. “Mummy told us herself.”My mother slowly turned her head toward my father and murmured, “I knew it.” Her voice trembled. “Now it all makes sense.”Max's voice came in sharply. “Is this some kind of jo—?”Our mother shot him a sharp look that cut him off. Her eyes flicked toward the children, as if telling Max not to raise his voice in front of them.Max clamped his mouth shut, but I could st
By the time we pulled up into the driveway of the Richards Residence, they were all already outside waiting: Emma's parents, Alden and Luisa, and her older brothers, Max and Miles.Emma didn't wait for the car to come to a full stop. She was out before the engine even quieted, rushing toward her family like she'd been holding herself back for too long. Her arms wrapped tightly around her father.I watched my uncle Alden's face carefully. The man I remembered always looked sharp and commanding in a quiet, respectable way. Now, his posture was more curved, his body thinner, and when he blinked, his eyes shimmered with tears. I'd never seen Alden cry even once.Emma moved next to her mother, wrapping her in a soft hug. My aunt Luisa held her like someone she'd feared wouldn't come home.Beside them, Emma's oldest brother Max's voice rose in mock offense. "What, we don't get hugs?""Yeah, Emma, we haven't seen you in months," Miles added with a grin.Emma let out a soft chuckle and pulled
ALEX"Is everything set for the flight back? Are all the documents taken care of like I asked?" I asked my personal assistant over the phone."Yes, sir," Harry replied promptly. "Flight clearance secured. Customs forms processed. Immigration’s ready at both ends. We’re good.""Good."There was a pause, then Harry’s voice returned hesitantly. "Mr. Miller, are we really just leaving like this? We still haven’t rescheduled the meeting with the minister, and that guy is more than pissed. He’s going to make things more difficult for Miller Enterprises. If we walk away now—""I don’t give a flying fuck about the minister right now," I cut in. "And I never said we were leaving. You are staying back to sort things out.""Sir—"I didn’t let him finish. I hung up. I knew he was right and the minister could make things difficult for the company in the Spanish market, but it felt like a small price to pay for being able to be there for Emma and the kids.Getting out of the car, I stepped up to Em
ALEX“I’m going back home.”Silence settled over the room like a heavy fog after Emma's words. I stared at her, sure that I was misinterpreting her words.It was Celia who cleared her throat softly and broke the silence. “Yes… of course, Emma. You should go and be with your father. Then we can come back after he's cured.”I thought that would be the end of it. But Emma shook her head.“No. I’m really going home, Celia,” she said again, slower this time. “I should’ve never stayed away from them this long. There’s nothing holding me here.”From the corner of my eye, I caught Stefano’s expression flickering like someone had just slapped him.Emma turned toward him, as if realizing her words. “Stefano, I didn’t mean it like that.”“It’s okay,” Stefano replied, trying to smile. “I know what you mean.”I stayed silent because I didn't know how to feel about this. This was what I had wanted; for Emma to come back home with the kids. I just never imagined that decision would come from her pai
The silence that followed felt deafening.I threw the phone onto the couch and sank down slowly beside it, my legs giving out beneath me. My arms rested on my knees, but my fingers clenched and unclenched like they didn’t know what to do with themselves.Stefano had been standing a few feet away all this while. I’d almost forgotten. He crouched down in front of me, his hands hovering between wanting to touch me and not sure if he should.“Emma…” His voice was soft. “What’s going on? What did your mother say? Who’s…” He trailed off, staring at my face. “Who’s dying?”I couldn’t answer. I opened my mouth, but nothing came out.The sobs hit before I even realized they were forming. I buried my face in my hands as my body shook.“Hey, hey…” Stefano leaned closer, alarmed. “Emma, please… you have to say something. You know I can’t stand seeing you like this.”I didn’t respond. I couldn’t. I could barely breathe through the sobs.“Unbelievable,” Alex’s voice cut in like a blade. “I leave he