Novels by Tommy Wright

Emily POVSaturday morning arrived with birds chirping and sun’s golden light spilling across the guest suite where I'd spent my first peaceful night in seven years, no Jason's cold absence, no Margaret's disapproving presence, just silence and safety wrapped around me like a blanket.I woke to the sound of children playing around in the garden and both of my children were together in safe hands, at the moment it was all that mattered to me.I checked my phone and found a message from Catherine Wang saying Jason signed everything, the custody hearing this afternoon was just a formality, I had won, but the word felt hollow because this wasn't about winning or losing but about survival, about reclaiming the pieces of myself Jason had slowly erased over seven years.Richard knocked on my door carrying coffee and a tablet, saying he thought I want you to see the news before the custody hearing, and I took the tablet while the screen showed financial headlines that made my breath catch.Bl

Jason POV I stood in the driveway long after the Bentley disappeared, my mind refusing to process what had just happened.Emily left.Actually left."Jason?" Vanessa's voice was uncertain behind me. "Maybe you should go after her?""She'll be back by tonight." The words sounded like lies even to me. "She's just angry. Women get emotional."Margaret sniffed dismissively. "Good riddance. That girl never belonged in this family anyway. No class, no connections, no breeding—""Mom, not now."I walked into the house. It felt different already, though Emily had left only minutes ago. It felt too quiet.Lily ran to me, tears streaming down her face. "Daddy! Mama left me! She took Ethan but not me!"For the first time, I realized what Emily had said: Lily chose to stay. My daughter chose Vanessa and me over her own mother.I should have felt victorious.Instead, I felt weak."It's okay, princess. Mama will come back soon." I had to believe that.Vanessa hovered nearby, looking uncomfortable.

Emily POV I was discharged at 6 AM. Jason and Vanessa had left an hour earlier—he had taken her home personally, leaving me to find my own way back with two children and a concussion.The taxi ride was torture. Lily complained the entire time."Why didn't Daddy wait for us?""He had important things to do," I said, the lie bitter on my tongue.Ethan pressed against my side, his small hand finding mine. "Mama? Does your head hurt?""Yes, baby. Very much."At the mansion, Margaret was watching the morning news. She glanced at my bandaged forehead."You look terrible. Try some concealer."No concern or sympathy. Just criticism.I climbed the stairs and began packing properly this time. Clothes for Ethan and me. The documents I had quietly collected—birth certificates, passports, marriage license. I found my racing jacket shoved in the back of the closet, my name embroidered in gold: "Emily Lothan - World Champion."I was somebody once, I would be somebody again.At 9 AM, a motorcycle ro

Emily POV I barely slept. By dawn, I was already pulling a small duffel bag from the closet, my hands shaking as I packed Ethan's clothes. A few changes, his favorite stuffed elephant, and the photo album I had hidden from Margaret's purges."What are you doing?"Jason stood in the doorway, rumpled from sleep, still in the guest room pajamas. He had spent another night away from our bed."Taking Ethan to a friend's for a playdate," I lied smoothly.He grunted and disappeared into the bathroom. He didn't care enough to question it.But then Margaret appeared at breakfast with an announcement that shattered my plans."Family dinner tonight at the country club. It is Mandatory." She sipped her coffee like a queen issuing edicts. "Jason's Singapore deal finally closed. We're celebrating. Vanessa will join us, of course. She's been instrumental to the success."My escape would have to wait another day. I couldn't take Ethan without causing a scene that would give Jason legal ammunition fo

Emily POVI woke to an untouched bed. Jason's side was still the same, the pillows still perfectly arranged. He had never come home.I checked my phone—no messages, no calls, no explanation. My chest felt empty, but I forced myself downstairs. The twins needed breakfast, and the world didn't stop just because my marriage was breaking up.Margaret was already in the dining room, reading the society pages with her morning coffee. She didn't look up when I entered."Jason had to work late," she said, her tone casual. "Very important client dinner."I knew it was a lie. I could taste it in the air, see it in the way she avoided my eyes."With Vanessa?"Her gaze snapped to mine. "Are you accusing your husband of something, Emily?""I'm just asking.""Maybe if you made more effort with your appearance, he wouldn't need to spend so much time at the office." She sipped her coffee delicately, every word precisely chosen to wound. "You've let yourself go. When Jason married you, you were... wel

Emily POV I woke up at 5:30 AM to an empty bed. Jason's side was cold—he had left hours ago for the gym, or so the story went. I didn't believe it anymore, but I'd stopped asking questions months ago. The answers only ever hurt.I showered in silence, dressed in beige slacks and a sweater that had long lost its shape, and tied my hair back. The woman in the mirror looked nothing like the girl who had once commanded Formula 1 tracks at 200 miles per hour. That girl died seven years ago when I chose love over everything else.Downstairs, I moved through my normal routine like clockwork. Coffee for Jason—two shots of espresso, a splash of oat milk, no sugar. I'd memorized it years ago. He had never once thanked me for remembering. I prepared his breakfast tray, arranged the newspaper he pretended to read, and set out his vitamins in the small crystal dish his mother had given us as a wedding gift. Everything had to be perfect. It was never enough.The twins thundered down the stairs at