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2025-08-21 07:28:33Sienna's POV
Liam’s gaze shifted. Pain and guilt flickered there again, but I refused to let it reach the walls of my defenses that had only just begun to stand again. I pointed toward the small parking lot across the street. “Your car’s over there, right? Go home.”He looked at me as if wanting to say something, but didn’t. Maybe because he knew I was already exhausted, or maybe because he realized that not all wounds can be healed simply by showing up again.“Drive safe,” I said at last—softer than before, but still firm.I turned and began to walk away, leaving him standing alone amid the crash of waves and the sand growing colder beneath the night. I didn’t look back. Not this time. Because I knew that if I stopped now, I’d be trapped again between longing and the wounds that had never truly healed.My steps left trails in the dampening sand, every grain clinging to my feet like remnants of memories unwilling to let go. The sea breeze swept th
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Emily's POV I stood with my back to Willy, still watching the city’s reflection in the glass. Silence hung thick and suffocating. Several seconds passed before I heard his hesitant footsteps approaching, as if afraid to disturb the storm that hadn’t fully passed.“Miss,” he called carefully.I didn’t answer.“This apartment feels too quiet when you’re like this,” he continued, trying to start a conversation without touching the flame of my anger. “Maybe you’d like to sit down? I can make some tea.”I chuckled softly, without humor. “Tea?” I turned halfway, looking at him through the glass reflection. “You think tea can fix a reputation that’s already being forgotten?”I swallowed. “I’m not saying that.”“Then what?” I finally turned fully to face him. “Say it. Don’t just stand there with that pitiful look on your face.”He exhaled, then lifted his head. “I think Miss is being too hard on herself.”Those words made me let out
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Emily's POV I got into my luxury car with a harsh movement, slamming the door harder than necessary. The scent of genuine leather and the overly cold air conditioning greeted me, but none of this luxury made my chest feel any lighter. I kicked off my heels carelessly, propping my feet up on the seat with an indifferent attitude.Willy was already sitting in the front seat.“Miss Emily,” he said cautiously, as if every word had to be measured to avoid triggering an explosion. “Shall we just go straight home today?”I leaned my head back against the headrest, staring at the ceiling of the car. “Yes,” I answered lazily. “I’m tired.”The car started moving. The roads felt longer than usual, even though the distance was the same. I closed my eyes, but instead of relief, Sienna’s face appeared the calm look in her eyes, her words piercing without even raising her voice. It hurt more than any slap.I opened my eyes, annoyed.Why does it feel like everyone today
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Sienna's POV I looked straight at her. “You’re too strong for that. Too confident. Too accustomed to winning.”Her manager shifted slightly, as if wanting to intervene, but Emily raised a hand to stop him.“Are you insulting me?” she asked sharply.I smiled faintly not a mocking smile, but the smile of someone who was no longer afraid. “No. I don’t feel like I’m insulting you at all.”“Then what do you mean by saying I’m not suitable, manipulative, and…”I cut her off, my voice still low but firm. “I never called you manipulative. I only said you might be better suited to working with a writer who creates characters like that.”Emily froze, her eyes widening. “So you are insulting me.”I shook my head slowly. “No, Emily. You’re the one putting that label on yourself.”The air between us tightened. I could see anger swirling in her eyes, but I didn’t take a single step back.“You know,” I continued, my voice now colder, “wh
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Sienna's POV The meeting finally concluded neatly that day. Chairs were pushed back, laptops were closed, and the tension that had been hanging in the air slowly dissolved. I stood and shook hands with Vina, the publisher’s representative who had supported me professionally from the very beginning.“Thank you, Sienna,” she said sincerely. “Your decision was clear and well-directed. We’ll wait for your update regarding the new cover concept.”I nodded. “Thank you as well for respecting my opinion.”We exchanged smiles before parting. My steps felt lighter as I left the meeting room like an old burden had finally been lifted, not just about the book, but about having the courage to stand by my own choices.I walked down the publisher’s corridor more calmly than when I’d arrived that morning. The glass walls on my right reflected my own image a face that looked tired, yet more upright. Something had changed, subtly but unmistakably. As if I had just signed an unwri
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Sienna's POV “I’ll walk you inside,” Liam said.I took his hand and gently shook my head. “It’s okay, Liam. You should go straight to work. I can handle this on my own.”He looked at me as if making sure. “You’re sure?”I smiled. “I’m sure. I’ll be fine.”Just as Liam nodded and was about to get back into the car, another car pulled up nearby. A man opened the door for the passenger, and someone hurried toward us.Emily.I didn’t even have time to react when she suddenly threw her arms around Liam from the side, hugging him tightly, as if he were someone she was about to lose.My body stiffened. Liam startled and immediately grabbed Emily’s shoulders, pushing her away.“Emily!” Liam snapped, his voice firm and leaving no room for friendliness. “Don’t ever do that again!”Emily looked offended, her face flushing with a mix of embarrassment and anger. “Why? What’s wrong with you, Liam? You know I’m still sick! You know I need you! But you haven
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Sienna's POV That morning began with a warm kind of bustle. Noah trotted around holding his bag, while Liam tried to button his shirt with one hand and fix Noah’s hair with the other. I chuckled softly watching such a simple scene, yet one that always managed to calm my heart.“Daddy, my hair isn’t grass!” Noah protested, swatting at his own head.Liam snorted with a laugh. “But you’re a little dinosaur whose hair is impossible to tame.”“I’m not a dinosaur! I’m a human!” Noah shot back, pouting.I slipped a piece of bread into Noah’s hand. “Alright, come on. We’ll be late.”The three of us finally headed out together. The morning roads were crowded with cars, but the atmosphere felt peaceful. Noah talked nonstop about his school assignment, about a friend who liked to steal pencils, and about his plan to make a new drawing to stick on the fridge. Liam and I exchanged glances and smiles. Our child truly brought life into our days.I looked at Liam when N
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