Emily's voice was barely above a whisper, her words laced with desperation. "Please, Lisa, take me to the hospital."Without hesitation, Lisa swept Emily into her arms, and in what felt like an instant, they were standing in the emergency room. The doctor's face came into focus, his expression stern and concerned."What happened?" he asked, his eyes scanning Emily's frail form.But before Lisa could even begin to explain, the doctor's gaze locked onto Emily's condition, and his expression turned grim. He nodded curtly, his eyes widening in alarm.The pungent aroma of infection and decay wafted from Emily's body, a stark testament to the severity of her situation. The doctor's face paled, and he quickly ushered them into a treatment room, his team springing into action with a sense of urgency."We need to act fast," he muttered, his voice firm and commanding. "We'll get you taken care of, Emily. You're safe now."In what felt like a blur, Emily was wheeled out of the emergency room and
Emily opened the front door, stepping into the quiet morning stillness of the house. She had returned alone, Lisa having already left for her own home. The silence was a stark contrast to the chaos of the hospital, and Emily felt a sense of relief wash over her as she closed the door behind her.She walked into the dining room, her eyes scanning the space, when she spotted Jackson sitting at the table, sipping a cup of coffee. As soon as he saw her, his face lit up with a warm smile. "Emily! You're home already?" he called out, his voice filled with enthusiasm.Emily's response was laced with skepticism. "I thought you didn't want me to come back home," she said, her eyes narrowing slightly.Jackson's smile faltered for a moment before he stood up, his chair scraping against the floor. "Why would you say that?" he asked, his voice filled with concern, as he walked towards her.Emily's defenses began to crumble as Jackson enveloped her in a tight hug. "I'm so glad you're home, Emily.
Emily's voice was firm and resolute. "I can't allow this, Jackson. You need to send her back home."Jackson shook his head, his expression unyielding. "I can't do that, Emily. I can’t send her back."Amelia's face contorted in a pretence of distress, her voice trembling. "But I can't stay in my house alone, Jackson. I'm so scared and vulnerable."Emily's eyes flashed with anger. "You can't stay in my husband's house with me his wife, Amelia. That's not acceptable."Jackson's face hardened, his voice cold and detached. "If you can't accept it, Emily, then maybe you should leave."Emily's gaze locked onto Jackson, her eyes wide and disbelieving. She seemed to be searching for any sign of the man she thought she knew, but his expression remained unyielding.Jackson repeated himself, his voice firm and unrelenting. "If you can't accept it, Emily, then you should leave. It's as simple as that."Amelia's face contorted in a exaggerated display of distress, her voice trembling. "Oh, I don't
The sound of bar cups hitting against each other was a rhythmic clinking, a metallic chime that filled the air as the bartender expertly mixed drinks with a flourish. The room was bathed in a warm, yellow light, like the glow of a sunset on a summer evening. The atmosphere was cozy and intimate, with the soft murmur of hushed conversations and the gentle hum of jazz music in the background.In the midst of this warm ambiance, a man sat on a stool, his suit impeccable and tailored to perfection. His features were chiseled and handsome, with piercing blue eyes that seemed to see right through you. His dark hair was slicked back, revealing a prominent forehead and a sharp jawline that seemed carved from granite. His lips were full and inviting, curled into a subtle smile as he sipped his drink with an air of sophistication.He sat with an ease that commanded attention, his broad shoulders relaxed and his eyes fixed on the bartender as he ordered another round. The bartender, a gruff b
Suddenly, a gust of air rushed into the hotel room, whipping through the space like a mini whirlwind. The windows had been flung open, and a bright light poured in, illuminating Emily's face. She rolled on the bed, grunting softly, her eyes still closed."Who opened the window?" she mumbled, her voice groggy and disoriented. But there was no reply.Emily's eyes fluttered open, and she sat up in a rush, her head spinning. She looked around the room, trying to shake off the haze of sleep and confusion. The bright light still shone in her face, making her squint. She raised a hand to shield her eyes, her gaze scanning the room frantically.Where was she? And how did he get here? The memories of the previous night came flooding back, and Emily's face flushed with embarrassment. She remembered the bar, the man in the suit, and the kiss... Oh, the kiss! Emily's heart raced as she looked around the room, hoping to see the man, but she was alone.In her head, Emily knew she wasn't at home. W
Emily trudged into the apartment, exhausted from the long day at work. She fumbled for the light switch, expecting the familiar warmth and comfort of her home. But as the lights flickered on, she was met with an eerie silence. The apartment was dark and still, and for a moment, she wondered if Jackson wasn't home.But then, she heard the unmistakable sound of chuckles coming from Amelia's room. Emily's heart skipped a beat as she walked towards the door, her mind racing with questions. What was Jackson doing there? And why were they in a room together?As she approached the door, she saw Jackson sitting on Amelia's bed, chatting with her. Emily's eyes scanned the room, and her heart sank as she saw the other person - a woman, no other than Amelia smiling heartily.Exhaustion vanished, replaced by a surge of adrenaline and a sense of unease. She felt like an intruder in her own home, and she didn't like it one bit.Emily entered the room, her eyes fixed on Jackson and Amelia. "What are
Emily lay in bed, her mind still reeling from the events of the previous night. She heard the apartment door receive a knock, and Jackson's footsteps as he went to answer it. She remembered how he hadn't even come to check on her after their argument, but had still come into the bedroom to lie down, his presence feeling like an intrusion. And now, this morning, he was up early, already stirring and making noise.Emily folded herself into a ball on the bed, holding her stomach as a wave of discomfort washed over her. She felt a sense of unease, her body and mind still reeling from the tension and anger of the previous night.Just as she was starting to drift off into a restless sleep, she heard Jackson call her name from the sitting room. "Emily! Emily, can you come here for a minute?"Emily's heart sank. What did he want now? She didn't answer, hoping he would go away, but the calling continued, his voice growing louder and more insistent. With a sigh, she slowly got out of bed, he
Emily's voice was steady and firm, her eyes blazing like fire. "If you want those papers signed, Jackson, you'll have to kill me first."Jackson's face darkened, and he took a step closer to her, his eyes flashing with anger. "So you're not going to sign the papers?" he growled, his voice menacing.Emily stood her ground, her chin held high. "No, I won't."Jackson's hand raised, ready to strike her again, but just as he was about to make contact, Amelia grabbed his wrist, holding it firm."Jackson, stop!" Amelia's voice was calm but authoritative. "This isn't the way to handle it."Jackson's eyes narrowed, and he tried to shake off Amelia's grip, but she held tight. Emily took advantage of the momentary distraction to step back, her eyes never leaving Jackson's face."You'll have to do better than that if you want to intimidate me, Jackson," she said, her voice cold and detached.The standoff was palpable, the tension in the room almost suffocating. Amelia's grip on Jackson's wrist w