Emma sat stiffly on the couch, her fingers intertwined tightly in her lap as she looked at the two figures in front of her. Christian and Claire both wore the same pleading expression, their eyes wide with anticipation as they awaited her answer. It was almost funny how similar they looked at that moment—wide eyes, furrowed brows, and slightly open mouths, staring at her in shock. They turned to each other at the exact same time, their expressions matching perfectly, before quickly looking back at her again. It was like watching two characters in a cartoon reacting to a surprise. Emma had noticed before how much they acted alike, but this was something else. If someone else had been in the room, they would have no doubt that Christian was Claire’s real father. She shook her head and smiled. With the way these two behaved, she knew she could never really say no to them.With a sigh, she finally relented. "Fine. Claire can continue schooling here."Before either of them could cele
After a while, Christian set Claire down and gently nudged her toward the other room. "Go inside and watch your favorite cartoon on your iPad, Kiddo. I need to talk to your mom."Claire nodded and turned to leave, but then she paused, grinning. "Okay, Daddy!" she chirped before running off.Christian froze. His heart skipped a beat at the unexpected name, warmth spreading through him. Emma saw the way his eyes softened, the way his lips parted slightly as if he wanted to savor the moment forever.Then, as Claire disappeared into the next room, Christian turned to Emma, his expression shifting into something more serious."Emma," he said softly. " As much as I love this—being Claire’s father in every way that matters— I think there's something else we need to discuss."Emma frowned slightly, her nerves prickling. "What is it?"Christian took a deep breath. "Are you certain that you want nothing to do with David anymore? That you don’t want Claire to ever recognize him as her father?"E
Allison ran her fingers along the silk fabric of a designer dress, admiring the details as she flipped through the latest collection of one of her favorite brands. Shopping had always been her therapy, a way to distract herself from the chaos of life. But before she could fully immerse herself in the experience, a respectful yet firm voice interrupted her thoughts."Madam, it's time to pick up young master Henry from school," one of her guards informed her.She glanced at her phone and tsked, realizing it was indeed time. So soon? She'd just barely started shopping.With a sigh, she turned to the store manager, who was standing beside her, treating her like a goddess because he knew just how important she was."Wrap everything up quickly," she instructed sharply.“Yes, Ma'am.”She had been so careful about Henry’s safety since the kidnapping incident and wasn’t about to take any risks. Every morning, she personally dropped him off at school with the guards and made sure to pick him u
Emma let out a deep sigh as she began to pull off her surgical clothes. Today’s surgery had been a grueling one—tough, exhausting, but ultimately successful. She had known it would be complicated, but unforeseen delays and complications had stretched the procedure far longer than expected.Reaching for her phone, she frowned at the number of missed calls. Her heart skipped a beat when she saw the name—Ms. Maryjane, Claire's teacher. Damn it.She quickly checked the time. She was already an hour late picking Claire up from school. Christian had mentioned earlier that he would be traveling for a business trip, meaning the responsibility was solely on her today.She hurriedly dialed Ms. Maryjane’s number while grabbing her things, ready to rush to Claire’s school. The teacher picked up after a few rings.“Ms. Maryjane, I’m so sorry! I just saw your missed calls. I had a major surgery today, and it ran longer than expected. I’m on my way to pick up Claire now.”A brief pause. Then, Ms. M
Emma stormed into Allison's house, anger burning in her eyes. But the moment she walked right in, she stilled. It felt like the air had been knocked out of her chest. Her eyes landed on Claire and David. There they were—smiling at each other, their expressions filled with warmth. Emma stood frozen, her mind struggling to process the scene before her.They had finally met!At first, she felt nothing but shock. It was as if time had stopped. But then, a sharp pain hit her heart, and her shock quickly turned into anger. Her hands clenched into fists, her jaw tightened, and her face darkened. David turned at the sound of footsteps and was startled to see Emma charging toward him. His brows furrowed in confusion. What was she doing here? Had she come to see him? He never expected that Emma would take the initiative to seek him out.A flicker of something almost like hope surfaced in his chest. He opened his mouth to call her name, to ask—but before he could utter a single word, Emma br
Allison sniffled, pretending to be hurt, but Emma ignored her entirely. She turned, took Claire’s hand, and pulled her toward the door.David watched Emma leaving with Claire and hesitated. He felt torn, caught in the middle of a whirlwind of emotions. His heart pounded in his chest as he watched her figure disappearing from the room. There were so many questions swirling in his mind—questions clawing at his chest, demanding answers. His need to know, to confirm what he feared, overpowered everything else in that moment."Emma! Wait!” he called out.Allison, sensing the shift in attention—seeing that David was about to go after Emma—immediately let out a dramatic gasp, clutching her cheek as though in pain.Her voice trembled as she cried out, "David... David, please... my cheek... it hurts so much..." She placed a hand dramatically over her face, letting tears well in her eyes, using every ounce of her performance to redirect David’s focus back to her."How could Emma do this to me
Weeks slipped by quickly for David. Each passing day blurred into the next, his thoughts haunted by the confrontation with Emma.The memory of her harsh words—of him not being worthy to father a child conceived by her—echoed in his mind over and over again. He tried to throw himself into work, convincing himself that focusing on it would help him forget.Tonight, however, demanded his full attention. The Whitmores had scheduled a dinner meeting with the other potential business partner they hoped David would collaborate with.This partnership had been in the works for weeks. The Whitmores believed it would be mutually beneficial to bring both companies together, and today, both CEOs would be discussing the proposal with the Whitmores.David adjusted the cuffs of his navy-blue suit and straightened his tie in front of the mirror. The tailored suit hugged his frame sharply, making him look good. Just as he reached for his cufflinks, a soft knock sounded on the door.Allison walked in, d
David couldn’t believe his ears. His mind went blank for a moment as he stared at the man seated across the table from him. Of all the people in the world, why did it have to be him? Why did it just have to be Christian Muller?!Alfred, sensing David’s shift in demeanor, leaned forward, sounding concerned. “Is something wrong, David?” he asked. His eyes flicked briefly to Christian and then back to David.David didn’t answer. He couldn’t. His eyes remained locked on Christian, unmoving, his fists clenched in anger.Alfred, however, misunderstood David’s reaction and gave a light-hearted chuckle. “Ah, I see. You’re wondering if Christian is capable. I assure you, David, Christian is very good at what he does.”He leaned back, his tone proud. “His father has been a close friend and business partner of mine for decades. When I found out Christian was in New York, I didn’t think twice. He’s quite sharp, innovative, and has a mind for business. I truly believe the synergy between you
Emma sighed, knowing she couldn't pretend or hide her feelings from the one person that knew her too well."Sophie… I’ve been through a lot. That kind of heartbreak changes you. Love? Love is a luxury I can’t afford anymore."Sophie remained silent, listening with quiet intensity. Emma looked up, her voice soft but steady."Christian is good to me. He’s amazing with Claire. He’s kind. Loyal. I’ve known him forever. I trust him, and I think that’s more than enough."She took another sip of her wine, her eyes lowered. "I just want peace. Stability. No more heartbreaks or pain. No more chaos. If being with him brings me that, then I’ll take it."Sophie finally spoke, her voice calm but filled with concern. "Emma, I know everything you’ve been through. But... was it necessary to take your relationship with Christian to another level? The man has been by your side ever since, regardless of your relationship with him. I don't think—"Emma exhaled slowly, placing the glass on the table. Her
Emma stood near the arrival gate, her eyes scanning every figure that emerged. Her heart raced with anticipation. It had been years. Years since she last saw Sophie.And then, there she was.Tall, elegant, and striking in her simple cream coat and black jeans, Sophie walked with the kind of grace that naturally drew attention. Emma gasped softly, the years falling away like dust.Their eyes met. Without thinking, they both ran to each other like two magnets pulled by a force stronger than time."Sophie!""Emma!"They crashed into each other's arms, hugging so tightly as if afraid one might vanish again. Tears pooled in Emma's eyes, and she squeezed her best friend even tighter."You have no idea how much I missed you," she whispered.When they finally pulled away, Sophie tilted her head and gave a teasing smile. "Wait, Emma... are you crying?"Emma playfully smacked Sophie’s arm and turned her face slightly. "Oh, shut up. I'm not crying.""Really?" Sophie said, and turned to quickly w
"Claire, don’t forget to put your lunch bag in the car," Emma called out from the kitchen as she zipped up her bag."Already did, Mom!" Claire shouted back from the living room, hopping around with her little pink backpack.Emma suddenly heard the front door open. She assumed it must be Claire, already heading to the car to wait for her.She smiled faintly and wiped her hands on a towel.Just as she turned to grab her keys from the counter, she felt a familiar pair of arms wrap around her waist from behind. She stiffened slightly, caught off guard."Good morning," Christian murmured softly into her hair, his breath warm against her neck as he planted a soft kiss on her neck.Emma closed her eyes for a moment. "Hey... you're early.""Wanted to see you before I headed out to work," he said, his arms holding her a little tighter. "How’s work been these past few days? I'm sorry I've been so occupied with work these days."Emma smiled. "It’s fine, I understand. Work has been okay. I mean,
After finishing their drink, Max leaned back in his chair and checked the time."Oh man. I have an early morning meeting," he said, pushing his chair back and reaching for his jacket. "Gotta head home now."David gave him a short nod and a half-smile. "No worries. Thanks for tonight.""You guys take care," Max said as he patted Felix on the shoulder and gave David a nod. A few seconds later, he exited the dimly lit lounge and headed for the parking lot.Felix turned to David, who had been relatively quiet for the past ten minutes, staring into the near-empty glass in front of him."I'm going to use the restroom quickly," Felix said, standing up. "Wait for me here. I'll drop you home."“I'd rather wait outside. I could use some fresh air anyway."“Alright. That sounds cool. I'll be with you shortly.”Felix walked off without thinking much of it. The night had just been…uneventful so far— especially when he had gotten the message an hour earlier, before they headed to the bar, about Gav
Dr. Allen adjusted his glasses as he removed the stethoscope from David’s chest. A small, satisfied smile curled his lips as he read the vitals on the monitor beside the bed.“Well, I must say,” he began, scribbling something on his clipboard, “you’ve responded remarkably well to treatment, David. Much better than expected.”David, still seated upright in his hospital bed, gave a faint smile. “That means I’m finally getting out of here?”Dr. Allen chuckled. “That’s exactly what it means. I’m officially discharging you today.”David sighed in relief. It had been weeks of pain, rehabilitation, and heavy silence. The idea of leaving those sterile hospital walls felt like finally breathing after being underwater.“However,” Dr. Allen added, his tone firm, “there are some things you must avoid for now if you want to make a full recovery. No carrying anything heavy, no sudden strenuous movement, no driving yet, and definitely no alcohol.”David raised both hands in surrender. “Got it. No he
"I'm just tired, Sophie," Emma admitted, leaning her head back against the wall. "I don't even know what I'm doing anymore. Everything feels like it's spinning, and I can't catch my breath."Emma sat on the edge of her bed, her phone pressed tightly to her ear. Her voice trembled slightly as she spoke, though she tried to keep it steady.Sophie, on the other end of the line, responded gently. "Emma, calm down, okay? Take a deep breath. Everything will be fine."Emma let out a hollow laugh. "You always say that. But things aren’t the same as before, Sophie. Ever since you moved overseas, everything changed. I feel like I lost one of the few people who actually understood me."Sophie sighed. "I know. I miss you too, Em. But you have to stay strong. For Claire, at least. She needs you more than anyone. You have to find a way to completely move on. Let go of him."Emma's voice grew quieter. "I have, Sophie, I have. I just….I honestly wasn’t thinking straight when I sent those messages to
David stood motionless in the middle of the hospital parking lot, watching the tail lights of Christian's car disappear into the distance, taking Emma with them. His heart felt like it had been ripped apart and left open in the cold. The wind picked up again, fluttering his shirt, but he didn’t feel it. Not really. Not when the weight of those messages he had once thought were filled with hope had now become a cruel reminder of what he had lost.Slowly, he turned away, each step heavier than the last. He didn’t know where he was going, didn’t even care. His body just moved, his feet dragging him forward, down streets he didn't recognize, past people he didn't see. All the while, his mind played the memory of Emma's voice again and again."I thought I was texting Christian."Those words. That mistake. That accidental plea for help that had revived the hope in his heart only to crush it completely.By the time David became aware of his surroundings, he had already left the hospital gro
David froze when he saw that several text notifications had suddenly appeared at the top of the screen.And they were all from Emma.One by one, he opened them.Emma: Where are you?Emma: Please...Emma: Can you come?Emma: I'm really scared right now.Emma: Please...Emma: I don’t know who else to call.Emma: Are you coming?Emma: Please answer me...Emma: Are you there?Emma: I need you.He stared. Stared like the wind had been knocked out of him. The silence of the hospital room suddenly felt deafening.Ten messages.All from Emma.His fingers trembled as he held the phone. His breathing became shallow. Every part of him froze, as though struck by lightning. He blinked, but the messages remained on the screen.What happened to Emma?!His mind was full of questions he couldn’t answer. But then something hit him…Emma had texted him.When she was afraid.When she didn't know who else to call.She had thought of him first.A wave of emotion surged through him—disbelief, hope, relief,
David walked slowly into his hospital room, his eyes dull, his steps heavy. His two closest friends, Max and Felix, stood up from the chairs near his bed the moment they saw him."There you are!" Max said, walking toward him. "We were just about to go look for you. Where the hell did you go? Why did you leave your room in your condition?""Yeah, man, we came in and didn’t find anyone here. Not even Allison," Felix added. "The guards outside said you left without telling them where you went. We’ve been really worried."David didn’t answer. He didn’t even acknowledge their presence. He just walked slowly toward his bed and sat down, staring blankly ahead.The two friends exchanged glances."David," Max said carefully, bending down a bit so he could meet David’s eyes. "What’s going on with you? You okay? Did something happen?"Still no reply.Felix pulled a chair closer and sat beside the bed. "Talk to us, man. We’re not just here to visit. We’re your friends. You can tell us anything."