Emma believed she had it all—a dream marriage to the charismatic and wealthy David Lawson. Life seemed perfect, and their love story felt like something out of a fairytale. But on their second wedding anniversary, Emma’s perfect world crumbled. A shocking discovery unraveled the web of lies her husband had spun, leaving her questioning everything she thought she knew about him. As if betrayal wasn’t enough, the person threatening to destroy her marriage turned out to be her husband’s old flame—a woman from his past who was none other than Emma’s own sister. Torn between love, loyalty, and betrayal, Emma must make a choice: fight to save her marriage and confront the devastating truths or walk away to rebuild her life on her own terms. Dive into Emma’s captivating journey of heartbreak, resilience, and self-discovery in a story where love and betrayal collide.
View MoreDavid’s hands gripped the steering wheel tightly as he drove to Henry’s school, his jaw clenched in frustration. His mind was racing, filled with a mixture of fear and rage. Who had dared to take his son? And how had they managed to do it under the high security of the school? He didn’t waste time as he made call after call, demanding answers. Each response he received was vague, unhelpful, or simply infuriating.His usual calm and composed demeanor was long gone, replaced by a storm of emotions he barely held in check. Beside him, Allison sat stiffly, her face pale and stricken with worry. Tears welled in her eyes, but she refused to let them fall. “David,” she whispered, her voice tight with panic. “Where is our son? What if—” David’s grip on the wheel tightened even more. “We’ll find him.” His voice was controlled, but she could hear the tension beneath it. Allison shook her head, her breath coming in short gasps. “He must be so scared,” she choked out. “Henry is just a ch
Christian felt like the ground had been ripped out from under him. His heart pounded violently, his ears ringing as Ms. Maryjane’s words replayed in his head. “Mr. Muller… Claire is missing.” For a second, his mind refused to process what he had just heard. It had to be a mistake—some sort of sick joke. But the sheer terror in Ms. Maryjane’s eyes told him otherwise. Claire. Was. Missing. His blood ran cold. “How is this possible?” His voice came out sharp, slicing through the tense air. “This is the most prestigious school in the country! You have top security, the best facilities, and guarantee the safety of every child here! How the hell do Claire suddenly go missing under your care?” Ms. Maryjane visibly flinched at his harsh tone, her hands twisting together as she struggled to find words. “The last time I saw her, she was playing with Henry…” she stammered, her voice trembling, “Henry was on the swing with her. I—I don’t know when they suddenly disappeared…” Chris
Claire sat on the swing while Henry stood behind her, gently pushing her forward. Unlike the other children playing wildly, their play was calm—almost too quiet.After a few moments, Claire suddenly dragged her feet on the ground to stop the swing. She twisted around to look at Henry.“Henry, what’s wrong?” she asked. “You’ve been very quiet. Are you okay? Are you tired of pushing me?”Without hesitation, she got off the swing and offered, “If you're tired, I don't mind pushing you on the swing.”Henry blinked at her and quickly shook his head. “No,” he murmured. “I'm not tired.”Claire tilted her head, unconvinced. “Then what is it?”Henry hesitated. His gaze shifted slightly, and Claire followed his line of sight to see the two men standing a few meters away. They were dressed in black, their eyes scanning the playground with vigilance.Henry’s special guards.He sighed and kicked at the dirt with his shoe. “I just… I don’t like being followed all the time,” he admitted. “It’s annoy
Christian quickly masked his expression, forcing himself to remain composed despite the unexpected revelation. He hadn't anticipated running into Allison’s son like this—let alone seeing how close he and Claire had become. His mind was still racing when Henry, his tone curious, spoke up. “Claire, why do you call him Uncle Chris instead of ‘Dad’?”Claire blinked at the question, glancing up at Christian with a nervous smile. She didn't even know when she had addressed Christian as ‘Uncle Chris’ in front of everyone, whereas everyone thought he was her dad. Before she could respond, Christian smoothly stepped in, flashing his usual confident grin. “Well, you see, Henry,” he said, crouching slightly to the boy’s level, “Claire and I like to play a little game sometimes. She calls me ‘Uncle,’ while I call her…” He trailed off for a little dramatic effect, turning to Claire with an amused smirk. “What’s that name again? Oh, right! My little tornado.”Claire groaned, rolling her eye
Children were running across the playground, climbing monkey bars, and playing on slides. Among them, two young girls sat on the swings, their small legs kicking forward as they tried to soar higher. Claire giggled as she swung back and forth, enjoying the light breeze against her face. Beside her, her classmate and friend, Emily, smiled, trying to match Claire’s rhythm. “This is fun!” Emily said, gripping the chains tightly. Claire smiled brightly. “I told you! Swinging makes you feel like you can fly!” Just as Emily was starting to relax, a shadow suddenly loomed over them. A bigger boy, taller and older than them, stood in front of the swings with his arms crossed. His dark shone with arrogance, and he tilted his chin up in a display of confidence. His name was Lucas, Claire and Emily's classmate, and everyone in school knew him. He was the son of a very wealthy and influential man, and he never let anyone forget it. “Get off right now,” Lucas ordered the girls in a sh
Silence stretched between them. Allison’s stomach twisted. She clenched her fists as Christian’s words hung in the air. Her heart pounded—not from fear, but from the weight of the choice she had to make. She felt trapped, with no way out. She had married into the Muller family because of her pregnancy, and when her husband died, she received a large inheritance because of Henry. That money gave her security—a future. If she admitted that Henry was Nathaniel’s son, Christian would take him away. And if that happened, she would lose everything she had built with David. But if she said Henry was David’s son, she would lose all that inheritance. And to think that David only stayed with her because of Henry. Her son was her only source of power in the Lawson family. Without Henry, what did she have? Nothing. She had spent years securing her place beside David, making sure he saw her as the mother of his child. That title gave her status—a reason for him to keep her close. If
Darkness surrounded her. A faint voice echoed in the void, calling her name. “Allison…” At first, it was distant, like a whisper carried by the wind. Then it grew clearer. Someone was calling her. A light tap on her cheek followed. “Allison.” The touch jolted her back to reality. Her eyelids fluttered open, and the blurry figure hovering above her slowly came into focus. Christian.He was staring down at her, his sharp features impassive, his expression unreadable. “You decided to go all Sleeping Beauty on me,” he said dryly, amusement flickering in his voice. “Turns out, that’s not going to save you.” Allison blinked rapidly, her mind struggling to catch up. For a few seconds, she simply stared at him, dazed. Then everything came rushing back—the confrontation, the revelation, the sheer terror that had paralyzed her. Christian was her brother-in-law!She jerked upright, her heart hammering against her ribs. Her eyes darted around the room, searching for an escape rout
The hotel room was silent, but the tension in the air was thick. Allison felt like the walls were closing in on her, but she forced herself to stay calm.She had expected this night to go differently. Everything had been planned perfectly. She was supposed to be in control. But now, as she stood there, staring at the man sitting in front of her, a cold shiver ran down her spine.What was he doing here? How did he find her? Most importantly…what the hell was he doing with Emma's boyfriend?The older man had sharp eyes that held a knowing look, like he had been waiting for this moment. His presence alone made her feel trapped.Christian’s voice cut through the silence. “Do you know this man?”Her eyes darted from Christian to the older man sitting across the room, trying to understand the relationship between the two of them. The old man's sharp eyes bored into her, searching, waiting.Christian leaned forward, his eyes dark with something unreadable. “Do you know this man, Rachael?” h
Allison glanced at Christian, truly taking in his features for the first time. He was incredibly handsome—strong jawline, piercing eyes, broad shoulders. There was no denying it. Emma really did have great taste in men. Just then, Christian’s deep voice cut through her thoughts. “What are you thinking about?” Before she could react, Christian’s fingers gently lifted her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze. His touch was light, almost teasing. Allison blinked, feigning innocence. “Oh… it’s...its nothing.” But then, she quickly decided to add another layer to her act. She lowered her lashes and let out a small sigh. “I was just thinking about how I don’t want to go home,” she murmured. “I have a… really crazy boyfriend.” Christian’s brows lifted slightly. “Crazy boyfriend?” She nodded, biting her lip for dramatic effect. “Yeah… that’s actually why I came to the bar. To clear my head.” Christian leaned back, watching her carefully. Crazy boyfriend? Was she talking abou
When the call came a second time, Emma knew something was wrong. It wasn’t work—she’d taken leave, and it wasn’t family because she’d distanced herself from them. That left only one person: Sophie, her best friend, despite today being Emma’s “no disturbance” day. “Sophie?” Emma answered, confused. “Emma, the airport? Seriously?” Sophie teased, laughing. “What are you talking about?” “I’m behind you... wait, you’re not here?” Sophie’s tone immediately shifted. “No, I’m at home.” “Then who’s with David?” Emma’s heart skipped. “What?” “Never mind, it’s your anniversary—” “No, Sophie. Tell me now. Is David there? Who’s he with?” After a pause, Sophie sighed. “Let me send you a picture.” Emma opened the photo. Her breath hitched. It was David, her husband, standing with another woman, her back to the camera, hugging him intimately. The phone rang again. Sophie’s voice was panicked. “Emma, are you okay? I’m so sorry—” “You’ve done nothing,” Emma replied coldly. “...
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