"Help me?" Aaron’s brows knitted. "Help me with what exactly?"
Amelia swallowed hard. "Because I saw how upset you were about the divorce, and I wanted to do something for you."
She blinked, voice gentle. "Didn’t you say before that the misunderstanding between you and Emily was because of me? So I thought… maybe I should talk to her myself. Tell her there’s really nothing going on between us—so she’d stop misjudging you."
His eyes were cold, voice sharp but quiet—still carrying weight. "That’s really all? Then explain to me what they meant when they said you tried to push her down the stairs."
Amelia’s face drained of color. She g
Theo had once told her he had a way to help solve her brother’s bar situation. At the time, there were only three weeks left before the deadline for opening. Other than paying the debt outright, Emily couldn't imagine what method Theo had in mind to help Francie out of that mess.Until one day, Francie called her—his voice full of shock.Emily's heart jumped. “Slow down—did Aaron do something to you?”Francie’s voice trembled on the other end. “Our bar… we suddenly got a bunch of huge bookings. Three, back to back.”She blinked in confusion. The place had basically been half shut down for a while now. She was surprised anyone would even show up, let alone place big orders. Still, she was cautious. “Which compan
"Help me?" Aaron’s brows knitted. "Help me with what exactly?"Amelia swallowed hard. "Because I saw how upset you were about the divorce, and I wanted to do something for you."She blinked, voice gentle. "Didn’t you say before that the misunderstanding between you and Emily was because of me? So I thought… maybe I should talk to her myself. Tell her there’s really nothing going on between us—so she’d stop misjudging you."His eyes were cold, voice sharp but quiet—still carrying weight. "That’s really all? Then explain to me what they meant when they said you tried to push her down the stairs."Amelia’s face drained of color. She g
In the Lopez conference room, today’s meeting covered everything from style adjustments to profit-sharing structures and advertising release timelines.Ever since the previous scandal dented the company’s image, sales had dipped by four percent—minor, but enough to raise eyebrows at the board level. That made this upcoming seasonal campaign even more critical.As CEO, Aaron was required to attend and make strategic decisions. Oddly, he’d brought along the Deputy Chief Executive Officer Mera, who technically wasn’t needed in this meeting.Lately, rumors had been flying: Was she an old flame of Aaron’s? Why did he bring her to every high-level discussion?Of course, these whispers stayed behind closed doors. Everyone knew bet
As they neared the courthouse doors, Theo was supporting Emily, whose whole body was trembling. He could feel the storm inside her, could tell she was teetering on the edge—furious, desperate to argue back, but forcing herself not to. Her restraint was cracking.Theo turned his head, gaze sharp and warning. “If you really care about Emily, then stop pushing her. Right now.”Aaron’s expression froze, jaw tight, a vein in his temple twitching. “I just want to talk to Emily. I’ve got zero interest in what anyone else has to say.”Theo bit back a scoff. Unbelievable. Moments ago this guy was all apologies, claiming he cared, swearing he regretted everything. And now? Still trampling over her feelings like they meant nothing. Did he seriously not get how dangerous stress was for a pregnant woman?Even someone as patient as Theo had his limits. He stepped forward, brows furrowed. “As a man, I’m honestly ASHAMED for you. You had her. And the moment your ex came back, you tossed her aside l
Aaron’s mind was burning. He didn’t even hear what his lawyer was saying—his body had already moved on its own. His heart was pounding out of control, slamming against his chest like it was trying to escape.He’d seen Emily walk away from him before. Plenty of times.But this time—this time felt different.This time felt final.For the first time in his life, a man who always had everything under control felt like he was grasping at smoke.The quiet hallway echoed with the frantic rhythm of his leather shoes pounding against the floor.He broke into a half-run, chasing after the slender figure ahead of him. “Emily,” he called out breathles
Amelia sat motionless on the couch, sunk deep into the cushions like the weight of her failure was physically holding her down. Aaron hadn’t even spared her a glance—he’d just handed her off to his bodyguards and left without a word.Fury surged in her chest. She lashed out, kicking the coffee table in front of her. The heavy glass piece didn’t move much, but one of its legs slid off the rug and scraped sharply against the hardwood floor.The screech cut through the silence like a blade, echoing mockingly in the quiet apartment, as if the noise itself was laughing at her—at her humiliation, at her losing grip.Both her knees were still bandaged, raw and stinging from the fall. Any movement tugged at the wounds, but the pain was nothing compared to the rage that burned inside her.