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——————————————————————————Alex’s POV~She didn’t argue again.The fight seemed to drain out of her all at once, leaving her standing there, small and exhausted, her arms hanging limply by her sides. The anger gave way to something heavier — weariness.I exhaled slowly and stepped closer, careful this time. When she didn’t pull away, I guided her back toward the bed. She sat without protest, staring blankly at the floor like she’d run out of strength to keep herself upright.“Just breathe,” I murmured. “That’s all.”She did — shallow at first, then slower, uneven but steady. I sat beside her, close enough to feel her warmth, not touching, just there. After a while, her shoulders began to relax, the tension easing inch by inch.I reached out then, cautiously, and brushed her hair back from her face. She flinched, just slightly, then leaned into the touch before she could stop herself.That was all it took.She folded into me, her head resting against my chest, her body still trembling

Emily’s POV~I didn’t stop. I couldn’t.I took the stairs one shaking step at a time, each sob scraping out of my throat like it hurt to breathe. The silence in the house felt heavy, almost accusing, amplifying every broken sound I made. Tears blurred my vision until I could barely see the hallway in front of me — just shapes, walls, and the blur of everything I couldn’t handle.By the time I reached my room, my chest was tight, hot, aching. The second my hand touched the doorknob, everything inside me — everything I’d been trying so hard to swallow — surged up all at once. Confusion. Anger. Shame. Longing. Fear. None of them settled. They just spun, crashing into each other until I couldn’t even tell what emotion belonged to who.I didn’t even know why I was crying this hard.Was it because of Ethan — the shock of hearing about him getting married less than a month after he left me stranded at the altar. Or was it because I felt so dumb and stupid that I couldn’t see through Ethan’s

Emily’s POV~Chapter 11As we ate silently I could feel his glance cast on me at intervals. We bumped into each other while trying to pick stuffs on the table which gave moments of uneasiness as we both weren’t ready to start a conversation.Weirdly I was so hungry that I ate on and on that I didn’t notice he had stopped eating and was watching me as I downed each spoonful.“You skipped lunch,” he asked, looking amused.I felt embarrassed at the instant and stuttered “Seems I slept all through the day….,” his eyes pricked me with curiosity, “in your study,” I added hoping it will make me feel a little bit better.“Earlier on you looked as though you cried for a while then you slept off,” his reply threw me off guard, weirdly enough I felt he could see through me, “you mind sharing with me what pissed you off so.”I wish I could tell him everything about the marriage chokes me, but I decided to stay silent. “I missed my mother and I had a little trip down memory lane”, I said as I fel

~Emily's POV~When the call with Mum ended, I just sat there staring at my phone for a long minute. Her voice still echoed in my head — soft, worried, and tired. I hated lying to her. But what was I supposed to say? Hey Mum, I married the wrong man? No, there was never a right time for that conversation.I sighed, tossed the phone aside, and went straight to the bathroom. Maybe a bath would wash the guilt off.The warm water was comforting at first, then not. My mind refused to stay still — drifting between Mum’s questions, Alex’s silence, and Ethan’s ghost that still lingered somewhere inside me. By the time I was done, I’d convinced myself that I looked calm enough to pretend everything was fine.When I got to the dining room, Alex was already there.He was sitting at the far end of the table, legs crossed, reading an actual newspaper. A newspaper. I couldn’t help but roll my eyes a little. Who even did that anymore? The faint rustle of the pages was the only sound in the room, unti

~Emily's POV~His handwriting was neat—too neat, every word deliberate. The first few lines were dated two years before we met. The words were ordinary at first: notes, appointments, meetings. Then I turned a page and froze.She reminds me of Lisa. Not in how she speaks—but in how she defies me. Foolish.My breath caught. I turned another page.Control is the only way to keep peace. They don’t understand that. They never do.The words bled into each other as my vision swam. I kept reading, flipping pages, trying to make sense of the man I thought I knew. But the more I read, the less familiar he became.At some point, my head grew heavy. The lines blurred. I must have drifted off, still slumped over his desk, one hand resting on the open diary.I didn’t hear the door open.Didn’t hear his footsteps.“Emily.”The sound of my name—quiet, sharp—snapped me awake.I blinked, disoriented, then saw him standing there. His suit jacket was off, sleeves rolled up, tie loose around his neck. His

~Emily's POV~As he drove on, I opened my mouth to speak — to ask something, anything — but his voice cut through the air before I could.“Don’t,” he said.Just that. One word. Ice-cold.My jaw snapped shut. I turned my gaze to the window, watched the lights blur past as the car picked up speed again.And for the rest of the ride, I said nothing.But in my mind, one name repeated like a curse I couldn’t shake:Lisa.Whoever she was…She mattered.And I was starting to realize just how distant the man sitting next to me is.The silence stretched so long I could almost hear it breathing. My hands wouldn’t stop shaking, even though I tried to hide it in my lap. Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore.“How did you even find me?”, The words slipped out, cracked and uneven. I hated how small my voice sounded.He didn’t look at me. His jaw was tight, his fingers locked around the steering wheel like he was holding on to something that might break if he let go.“I put a tracker on your phone,”