LOGINEmily’s POV I sat at the dinner table, pushing my food around with my fork. The smell of Mom’s cooking usually comforted me, but tonight it felt heavy. Dad cleared his throat, looking at me with concern. “Paris? Are you sure?” he said. “Paris is too far, Emily. If you want your painting to be displayed in the gallery, I can ask for it from one of my painter friends. You don’t have to go that far, alone.” Mom nodded, passing the rice bowl to Dad. “Your father is right. Why do you have to go to Paris if you only want your painting to be the longest in the gallery? Mrs. Anderson should be able to display your paintings in her gallery. There is no need to go to Paris to do that.” I stared at my plate, holding back my emotions. I didn’t understand why they could say that to me. “I know you’re worried. But this is a big opportunity. Mrs. Anderson’s friend invited me specifically. It’s not just any gallery. It’s in Paris.” Dad set his fork down. “No, you can’t go. I’ll call my friend
Emily’s POV Kara came to my house after class, and I told her I had a surprise for her.“Okay, now tell me, Em! Don’t make me wonder,” Kara said, sitting on the edge of my bed with wide eyes.I sat across from her, trying to keep my voice steady. “Mrs. Anderson said her friend from Paris is opening his third gallery soon and… he wants me to collaborate with him.”“Wait! Are you serious? Paris?” Kara said, and I just nodded before she jumped at me and hugged me tightly.“You have to take it! You don’t have to think about anything, Em. This is your life, and I know you’ll be successful if you go out there and take this opportunity! Oh my god, I’m so happy to hear that, Em.” Kara released her hug and looked at me, her face glowing.“Alex is there too, right?” she continued. “I think this is God’s way of bringing you back to him.”I just smiled, but my stomach twisted a little. “But I don’t know if my parents will agree to this. I think Julian knows where Alex is now, and if he finds out
Emily’s POV A week had passed since I finally heard Alex’s voice. I told Kara about it the next day, and she was even more excited than I was. “He called you? After six months? Em, that means he still cares!” she had said, her voice full of hope. I decided to follow Alex on Instagram. Whether it was a stupid decision or not, Alex had no reason to contact me if he was with someone right now, unless he was a playboy.“You seem to be in a good mood today,” Mrs. Anderson said as she walked into the studio. “I can see significant progress in your painting, as well as the colors you’ve chosen.”I looked up from the canvas, brush still in hand. “Ah, you could say that. I feel more alive now, a little more alive actually, and I have to finish what I started, right?”Mrs. Anderson smiled at me, her eyes warm. “That’s wonderful to hear. You’ve been working so hard. It shows in the brushstrokes. Keep that energy, Em. It suits you.”I nodded, dipping the brush back into the paint. “I’ll try. T
Emily’s POVI walked through the front door without looking back at Julian. I didn’t say good night to Mom or Dad. I just went straight to my room, closed the door quietly, and flopped onto the bed. The ceiling stared back at me, blank and cold. Tears started falling before I could stop them. They came silently at first, then harder, soaking into my pillow. I didn’t even know what these tears were for anymore. The baby. Alex. The life I thought I could have. Everything felt lost, like pieces of myself were scattered and I didn’t know how to put them back together.I curled on my side, staring at the wall. Six months. Six months of pretending I was okay, of painting the same unfinished canvas, of carrying this secret weight. Julian didn’t understand. Mom and Dad didn’t know the full truth. And now this call… this voice I had tried so hard to forget.Knock… knock…“Emily, are you okay, honey?” Mom’s voice came through the door, soft and worried.I wiped my face quickly and sat up.
Emily’s POV “So, what about your work?” Julian asked Will. “I heard you’ve been busy lately because you’re still adjusting to your company, right?” Will took a sip of his wine and nodded. “Well, I don’t really like business, but I have no choice. My dad only trusts me to continue his business. We also invested in your hockey team, you know” Julian’s eyes widened. “Oh, really? I just found out about that. Right now, I’m just focusing on training to join the international team. I’ll be joining them in a few days.” “In a few days?” I said, turning to Julian. “You didn’t even tell me, Mom, or Dad. We thought you’d already joined the team.” Julian shrugged, cutting into his steak. “Oh, about that, it’s hard to explain, but the coach said I’ll be transferred in a few days.” I noticed Will kept stealing glances at me across the table. His gaze felt too intense, too interested. It made me uncomfortable. I couldn’t just leave and disrespect Julian, but I wanted to be anywhere else. “B
Emily’s POV “Where are we going?” Julian just smiled, eyes fixed on the road. He didn’t even glance at me. “Don’t be weird. I don’t want to be surprised. Tell me where we are going? I have to go to the studio early tomorrow morning.” “You are so fussy,” Julian said with a laugh. “Usually you always stay up late even if you leave the next morning. Anyway, you sit down sweetly. You will know later.” I crossed my arms and looked out the window, the city lights blurring past. “I’m serious, Julian. I have a deadline for this painting. Mrs. Anderson is expecting progress. I can’t just disappear for some mystery trip.” Julian chuckled softly. “It’s not a mystery trip. It’s dinner. You need to eat, right? And I missed my sister. Can’t I take you out without twenty questions?” I sighed, still staring at the passing buildings. “Fine. But if this is some kind of setup, I’m walking home.” The car fell quiet for a moment. Then my phone buzzed. I pulled it out, and my heart skipped when I s
Emily’s POVI stared at myself in the mirror and barely recognized the girl looking back.The tight black dress Kara lent me hugged every curve, short enough to make me tug at the hem nervously. My eyes were still puffy from crying, but I’d managed to cover most of the redness with makeup. Lip glo
Alex’s POV I kept staring at my phone, the screen dark but the weight of it heavy in my hand. Six months in Paris, and I still checked it every day like a fool, hoping for something from Emily. Nothing ever came. Kael walked over and nudged me with his elbow. “What’s wrong with you?” he asked, le
Emily’s POV I sat in the studio, brush hovering over the canvas, but my mind kept drifting back to that morning call. No voice. Just silence. If it was really Alex, why didn’t he say anything? Why call and then disappear again? The number with the Paris country code kept replaying in my head, ma
Emily’s POVMy laughter died the second I pushed open the café door.There he was, Lucas, my boyfriend of thirteen months with another girl on his lap, kissing her like he was starving.His hands gripped her waist exactly the way they used to grip mine. Her long chestnut hair spilled over his shoul







