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**Emma’s POV** Now I understand that there’s no greater joy than marrying the person you love and knowing they love you back just as deeply. A smile tugged at my lips as both Amory and I signed our names, finalizing our marriage registration. “Now, we just have to…” he said, glancing at me with a playful grin as we both reached for the stamp. “One, two, three,” we counted together, pressing the stamp onto the marriage license. With the finality of that gesture, we submitted our paperwork, and Amory pulled me into a hug, wrapping his arm around my shoulders as we walked through the lobby. “Congratulations!” voices echoed around us, and I turned to see Catherine, Mia, and some of Amory’s colleagues gathered there, cheering in surprise and joy. “Congratulations, brother! Congratulations, Emma!” Catherine’s voice was bright and happy. Her husband chimed in, grinning, “Just like old times, huh?” I couldn’t help but beam back, the warmth of their celebration washing over me

**Emma’s POV** The sun was barely up, and the morning air held a slight chill, but there was a warmth blooming in my heart that no weather could touch. I reached across the breakfast table, picking up a slice of toast, and took a contented bite. “I think my morning sickness is finally gone,” I said with a sense of relief, smiling as I chewed. My mother’s expression softened as she watched me, her own breakfast momentarily forgotten. “Thank goodness,” she sighed, her hand resting briefly on mine. “I was starting to worry about you, you know, since you’d barely been eating.” She reached over to fill my glass with water, the sunlight catching the faint lines on her hands, a reminder of all the years of love and work she had put into raising me. “Do you have a busy day ahead?” she asked, glancing up at me with a hint of curiosity in her eyes. I nodded, swallowing a sip of water. “There’s a meeting with Dad and Grandpa about the foundation, and then I’m meeting Amory in the evening

Emma POV After leaving Amory's father and grandmother, we finally made it back home. The quiet felt almost surreal after everything we'd been through. I helped Amory settle down on the couch, his steps still unsteady, his recovery a slow process. I could see the weariness in his eyes, but I also saw something else—a lightness that had been missing for so long. We hadn’t been sitting long when a sudden chime from outside caught our attention. I quickly stood, realizing what it was. I hurried to the door, finding a delivery man waiting, a small package in his hands. As I took the package and shut the door, Amory looked over, puzzled. “What is this?” he asked as I placed the package on the table. I couldn’t help but smile. “It’s from my mom. She sent some of her special homemade dishes for you. She thought you’d need the extra strength.” “Your mom actually did that?” he asked, looking genuinely touched. I nodded, feeling warmth at the memory of her kindness. “She took such g

Amory POV It had been almost two and a half months since I’d been confined to a hospital bed, and now, finally, I was going home. My body still felt weak; each step was slow and careful, but I was free. Emma, my mom, and I decided to stop by and visit Grandma and Father before heading home. I knew they’d been waiting anxiously for this moment. As soon as we stepped inside, my mother’s voice rang out, “Mother! Honey!” The joy in her voice was unmistakable. Grandma’s eyes widened as she saw me, her expression shifting from shock to sheer happiness in an instant. She rushed forward, enveloping me in a tight embrace, her joy overflowing. “Amory! You’re home!” she exclaimed, beaming. “You did good. You did good,” she murmured, releasing me and turning to give Emma a hug as well. “You, too,” she added, smiling warmly at her. My gaze shifted to my father, who moved closer, his own smile breaking through the usually stoic expression. “You did good,” he said simply, before pulling me i

**Emma’s POV** Two long, agonizing months had passed since Amory been injured by Fielding leaving him lying motionless in that sterile hospital bed, a shadow of the vibrant man I loved. Every day, I had sat by his side, watching the faint rise and fall of his chest, searching his face for any sign of movement, any flicker of life. Even after his second surgery, he lay unresponsive, leaving me to grapple with an ache that felt impossible to mend. I sat quietly, watching him. He looked so peaceful, as if he were only asleep. I reached for his hand, feeling the gentle warmth of his skin beneath my fingertips, and clutched it close. "Amory," I whispered, my voice barely audible in the stillness, "I finally understand why I was given a second chance at life… why I came back." The quiet beeping of the machines filled the silence, steady and constant, a reminder of just how fragile he was. I took a shaky breath, pressing his hand against my cheek, my tears flowing freely as I whispered, “

Emma POV After Madam Elizabeth left, the room fell quiet, filled only with the hum of machines. I was still processing all that had happened when, to my surprise, Mr. Foden entered. It had been days since I’d last seen him—days since I learned the shocking truth that artist Edward Jones was his father.“You don’t look well, Ms. Emma,” he said, settling into a chair nearby. His gaze was steady, filled with a mixture of concern and curiosity.I sighed, sidestepping his observation. “How’s your father doing?” I asked, shifting the conversation away from myself.“He’s at the nursing home,” he replied, his voice carrying a hint of sadness. He studied me closely, then continued, “What I said at the police station was quite shocking, wasn’t it?”I took a deep breath, the weight of it all pressing down on me. “I thought you might be connected to Edward Jones in some way. I didn’t know you were father and son.”He gave a small, regretful shake of his head. “I was sent to an orphanage so young

My steps were heavy, dragging anger with every pace I took looking for him. I could feel the weight of my own heartbeat in my chest, sharp, painful, yet pushing me forward. My fist clenched tighter behind me, the scalpel hidden in my palm. Cold steel. Cold betrayal.“Emma, you are now in big trouble now,” Noah whispered to my ear, his voice almost like speaking to himself. He held my hands and I find myself falling more to the moment. There was that roaring of joy in my heart.My gaze light up, trying to comprehend what he meant. “Why is that?”“Because you’ll be the only woman that I’ll ever love, forever.”Those were the words he had sworn to me when we married. He had promised never to leave my side, to protect me as if I were both wife and child. Where was that love now? Where was that protection when his arms held someone else?I tightened my grip on the scalpel behind my back, staring at the traitors, the judases and the backstabers, those faces I had fed with trust. They called

I pressed the key fob twice, the trunk unlocked and instantly, my eyes landed on the emptiness of it. All I could find was a microfiber towel, wash soap, and a stiff-bristle brush. I scattered it all in search of any clue, but there were none, causing me to throw down the soap I was holding. I exhale hard closing the trunk. I headed straight to the front passenger seat and before I could enter, my gaze landed on Mrs Walton who was smiling playfully at their seat.I pressed the glove compartment and all I could find was a power bank. I emerged to the driver's side and to the back seat and I didn’t find anything suspicious. I closed the car door as my mind started whispering the word “trunk.”Opening the trunk again, I put my mind at rest, searching slowly now. I couldn’t find anything. There was none and I'm going crazy already. My head is burning so tight. I exhale hard burying my face in my hands with a quick load of tears streaming down as I bite on my lips.I reach for the top of t

After collecting the cake, I headed straight to pick up William from school. I made sure to clean my face and be ready for my son to avoid questions. William is so caring that he shows that he has understood a lot even at a young age. Even though I tried to betray myself and be present for him my mind continued to create bombers that I was about to hear when I reached Bella’s place.I set my foot on the gas pedal, trying to speed up to cover the time space. In a moment, I could feel William's gaze turning to me, staring at my unusual behavior. I pressed the pedal once again and released it, causing more speed to be applied to it. “Mom, mom,” his voice called low, the worries deepened into it. “You're driving too fast,” he exclaimed, searching for an answer in my face.I was desperate to meet up because I wanted to make sure I reached Bella's place as soon as possible.Soon after about 5 minutes, I drove to a stop when I reached Bella's place.“I thought we were going to see Dad,” Wi

“Hello?” My voice cracked, low, bitterness clawing its way into every syllable.Silence.There was a pause so long it felt like a knife twisting inside me. My heart raced, pounding against my ribs. And in a second my breaths turned uneven, shaky, loud enough that the phone carried every sobbing sound I tried to swallow.And then, she finally speaks.“He really is seeing a woman,” her words came low, heavy with sorrow on the other end.The world fell apart around me. My chest caved in as if the ground had given way. A cry tore out of me very raw and broken, filling the quiet around me. I couldn't hold it as tears spilled fast, hot, and merciless, streaming down my face like they had been waiting all this time. My throat tightened until I could barely breathe. Each gasp came ragged, desperate, choking with sobs, as if the very air had betrayed me too.I bite my lip hard, trying to muffle the sobs clawing out of me, but the taste of blood only deepens the ache. My hands shook violently,

Ever since everyone had left home, and also today was my off day, my mind had known no rest. Restlessness gnawed at me until without realizing, I found myself bolted to my laptop. My fingers are trembling as I type into the search bar. The word Gemini slipped in first, then before I could finish, the remaining name appeared, the site filling itself in because I had visited it too often.When it loaded, I leaned forward and typed into the search space: “clue to know a cheating husband.”I read carefully trying to devour every word, and the more I read, the more my heart shriveled. Some of the signs mirrored exactly what had been happening. It was like staring at a reflection of my biggest fear. My breath shook. My hands felt this sudden coldness. Still, I typed again: “what to be suspicious of when having a cheating husband.”Tears blurred my vision, falling hot and merciless against my cheeks. Each one stung like betrayal itself. I couldn’t believe I was living this nightmare, the ve

Within moments, I introduced Noah properly, explaining his work, but then something caught my attention—Mrs. Walton’s gaze lingered on him longer, as if heaven itself existed in his face. There was hunger in her smile, an intent in her eyes that made my stomach knot.We left the men for their business discussion and entered the hall. A waitress approached, balancing a tray of wine glasses. Mrs Walton reached for the tray and handed me one.“You even have a handsome husband who's younger than you. My gosh, you really have everything.”Her words landed like a slap across my face, but I was equally skilled at returning the blow.“He's the same age as me,” I said, eyes drifting to the wine. It's so eerily similar to the one Noah had brought home days ago.“Oh really? He is so handsome, very younger than his age,” she murmured.“Yes,” I replied softly, keeping my gaze locked on the table, trying to hide the storm raging beneath my skin.“Oh right. Dr. Emma, she's Isabella, my daughter.”I