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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

At a point, a part of me wanted to turn back but the other overcame it. I stood in front of room 407, my hands scratching the card like the way the pain is eating me up. I glance at the lobby, checking if anyone was noticing me. It was all empty. No movement, only me, just Emma. I swallowed hard and leaned forward, scanning the pass card and the pad light green. I press the doorknob and swing the door open. His eyes darted as he saw me at the entrance. My jaw dropped the moment our gaze met. I remain close to the door, a flicker of guilt washing through me. But the next thing I know, my black dress has fallen to my knees, and I am naked except for my heel sandals.My nipples are painfully erect as he looks at me. His blue eyes take their sweet time ravaging my body.Fuck. He hasn't even touched me yet, but I'm already so wet. I step out of my dress, pulling off my heel sandal, and walk towards him. Before I could think, his lips came crashing down on mine. A soft moan escaped me

I headed inside and washed up, trying to scrub away the heaviness sitting in my chest.Then I slipped into the black outfit — the one that clung to my hips and traced every curve I once believed could make Noah stay.I dusted my skin with Cledbel powder, fixed my lashes, and sprayed myself with perfume — too much of it. I wanted to drown in the scent of someone who still mattered.It took thirty minutes to become the woman I used to be. The woman Noah once desired.Before leaving, my gaze drifted to the lipstick I’d bought weeks ago. I thought everything was about the shade didn't wear, so I got one hoping to catch his attention again. It hadn’t worked, but maybe tonight, it did need to.I picked it up and glided the color across my lips, a trembling breath escaping me as I stared at my reflection.I was beautiful. Still beautiful.And yet, I’d been cheated on — told I was no longer enough. That my beauty had faded like old perfume.A sharp exhale broke through me. I straightened, gr

Bella’s call was a revival of hope for me — but a shattered one at the same time.She told me she’d been followed by her arrogant boyfriend the night I asked her to check on Noah. He trailed her all the way to the apartment I rented for her, ever since she agreed to help me. He threatened to expose her for spying on Isabella and even took the camera as proof. In the struggle to get it back, he beat her.She sent me her pictures the moment our call ended. My heart tightened seeing the bruises — her once lively face now pale, swollen, and painted with pain.But despite it all, she said she’d managed to build a bond with Isabella — close enough that Isabella had confided the secret of her affair with Noah.So this evening I was ironing clothes, Noah and William sat across each other in the living room. My phone buzzed and Bella’s name popped up the moment the screen light up. I picked it since there were ear pods in my ear. I waited for her to speak before saying anything but the voice t

“You said you could gather evidence, so what happened? It seems like you don't have what it takes to lead this war.At this rate, the divorce will hurt you more than it will benefit you.”Those were the lawyer's words when I gave him a hint about what just happened. He sounds completely angrier than me. Got annoyed over my fucking act.“Have you ever been betrayed by someone you loved?”My eyes widened in shock, causing me to glance at him then back to the slip in my hands.“Do you trust the man you married?”I didn't reply, pretending I didn't hear anything. This question shows my secret is out, known by everyone already.“The EKG and the endocrine function test results showed nothing unusual. And your allergy test… There was nothing unusual as well.”“So another dead end regarding my issues,” he mumbled.I leaned back, resting my back on the chair. “Rather than an internal illness, I'm guessing it's more psychological. Why don't you consult with a psychiatrist?” I asked softly.He c

I didn’t hear from Bella all night. My messages sat there — delivered, unread. The silence clawed at me. Sleep never came, and neither did Noah. By morning, my mind was a battlefield of what-ifs.“Dr Emma, I will see you in two weeks,” the old woman said as I escorted her out.“During that time, please be mindful of your diet,” I said as we approached her daughter, who seemed to have brought her here.“Thank you.”“You're welcome. Have a safe trip home.”I was about to turn when I heard a voice from the receptionist counter.“I'm here to see Dr. Emma. She's the associate director… oh there she is.”My jaw dropped when I took a turn as my gaze landed on Bella's arrogant boyfriend. His lips curled into a smile as his gaze landed on me. My mind raced for any possibility, pounding faster. He paced closer to me and sneered as if he had held some of my hidden secrets. “Shall we talk inside or out here?”I rolled my eyes then gestured with my hand. “Inside.”By the time we're in my office,

It’s already past 8 p.m., and Noah still isn’t home. Ever since he started cheating, he’s been stretching his hours — staying till 7, sometimes later. However, he used to leave the office by five.Even though I’m plotting his downfall, planning to take back everything that’s mine, including William and every penny in that account. I still feel the sharp sting of jealousy each time I picture him with her while I remain silent and try to endure it. But the pain of him now sleeping in Isabella's place is beyond control for me.I reached for my phone and texted Isabella.‘Please he hasn't been back home since. Can you please confirm his whereabouts?’I hit send the moment I finished typing.‘Give me ten minutes. I will check,’ she replied instantly as my message dropped. Twenty minutes passed. Then thirty. No reply from Bella. Each call went unanswered, each ring stretching like a thread about to snap.Terror is eating me up already. It felt like my chest was shrinking from the inside. I