로그인KENNEDY Both my hands went over hers, steadying them as they shakily relaxed under my touch."Why would you even ask me that?" I muttered. Just from her eyes, I could tell she was fighting every logical instinct in her body not to doubt the words coming out of my mouth."It doesn’t look like it," she hissed."I swear, I am," I explained, watching her eyes soften and her grip on me loosen.She let go and stepped back a little."He offered me an ultimatum," she said, voice tight. "He said he’ll only end this hellish divorce process if I take the job. With that kind of offer, do you really expect me to believe you’re on my side? For all I know, you could’ve already sold me out to the bastard just like you did by inviting the Remingtons over." She sucked in her teeth, pain flickering in her eyes. "I'm finding it really hard to trust you anymore."My eyes darkened at her words, and I clenched my teeth, swallowing the rage clawing up my throat. If I snapped now, she'd only distrust me more
KENNEDY I looked over to her and then both Devon and Mimi. Devon was stunned, maybe a bit of love struck. While Mimi had a glimpse of panic mixed with disgust but in an instant her expression morphed into a calm state. Leaving no sign of her previous emotions. Things were getting interesting. This was why I invited them over. I was expecting Mimi to tear Corrie's face off. Or give any volatile reaction but she seemed to be the most calm of the bunch."Oh, they're our guest." I said coyly seeing the rage burning in her face."Guests? Why? You are aware what they did to me. Why would you welcome them as guests. After setting me up at that job interview, then you do this? What exactly are you trying to do?" The maids came forward, probably to detain her but I put my hand up and flicked it towards them as they both nodded and left.I walked over to Corrie.“We should talk,” I whispered to her, but her eyes were already glassy with tears, her entire face red like a tomato.“I don’t want
KENNEDY I adjusted my glasses, going through the documents on my table. My phone rings, it wasn't too far away from me and with just a glimpse, a smirk settled on my lips. "Already?" I chuckled, putting down the document and reaching out to my phone to see Emmette's name on my screen. I slide it to answer, plopping my back against my chair, my smirk widening into a mischievous satisfying smile."I see you got my present. I've been waiting for you call.." "Cut the crap Kennedy. How much do you want?" Emmette's voice rang with a hint of concern cutting me off before i could finish. It made me realise he must really be obsessed with Corrie, more than he was with Emerald. "What do you mean exactly?" I cocked, playing dumb to his request. "You seriously want to play this game Kennedy?" He hissed as my head tilt back till my eyes were staring at the intricate design of my ceiling."I don't quite understand you Emmette, what game are you talking about?" I muttered, dragging it on."You
CORRIE "H-hired?" My throat went dry and my eyes searched the room absentmindedly. My ears began to ring tuning out every sound in place. My head began to ache and pounding at every second and what was an image of Emmette standing before me was nothing much of a blur. Muffled sound eventually filled my ears and suddenly I could hear Emmette once again."Corrie." He called out, his voice soft. "Are you okay?" Maybe it's a good thing that I couldn't see his face clearly right now. Because just from his voice alone for some reason my heart melted. And I hated it because I was supposed to hate him."Corrie?" He pesters again.I take in a deep breath, trying to focus my gaze on him. "I'm fine." I muttered with my heart beating so fast. Soon my surroundings became clear and I could see Emmette more clearly now. His expression bearing one of concern and all I could was reference it to that night at the Ferry. That night and in my dreams, I always watch him hold a smug wicked grin but for s
SIX MONTHS LATER......CORRIE"It's been a while," Kennedy muttered from the other end of the table. I sheepishly nodded, agreeing with his words. The past few months since Salem's funeral have been difficult. I've been stalked and harassed by the media, I resigned from teaching, and I can't keep a job because I'm either harassed by reporters or by stans who are convinced that I used dark magic on their fucking heartthrob, Emmette Nash. They blame me for reducing him to what he has become, and ever since I married him, I've brought nothing but doom to his life. They also won't fail to mention my previous marriage with Devon Remington, even though I barely remember anything about him.It feels like I'm being gaslit. I don't know who to turn to, and it boils my blood that everyone keeps pestering me about Emmette.I couldn't even trust Kennedy at first, but after a DNA test that he insisted on, we slowly started having this ritual of sharing a meal from time to time. Although I don't re
MIMI "No." My throat dried up as my body trembled at the revelation. My hand clapsed against against my mouth as I scurried over to the doctor, past the desk and right towards him as I went on my knees."D-doctor." I clapped both of my hands together. "There must have been a mistake right? This can't be true." I stammered my lips trembling all the way. I grabbed a fistful of his coat, shaking under him like a leaf.“Please, run the test again. There has to be a mistake somewhere, I know it,” I said, my voice trembling as I glanced around the room, wondering where Devon must be by now.The doctor sighed softly before kneeling down so our eyes met. His gaze was calm, almost pitying. Then, with gentle hands, he held my arms and slowly lifted both of us to our feet, steadying me as though I might collapse at any moment."There is no mistake Mrs Remington. Those are the results." The doctor's sharp reply solidified my fate.Why did this keep happening to me? Was I cursed never to bear Dev







