The garden had fallen into complete silence. Allison's words hung heavy in the air, like a bitter fog no one could escape from.David stood frozen, still holding Emma's wrist, but the strength in his fingers slowly weakened. His mind was in chaos, and guilt spread through his heart. Allison's voice kept repeating in his head, making him wonder if he had truly failed as a father.Emma felt David's grip loosen. She looked up at him and saw the guilt written clearly on his face. Her heart ached as she realized what he was thinking. He believed Allison's words. He believed he had been a bad father.Emma couldn’t stay silent anymore. Enough was enough. For too long, she had allowed Allison to control the conversation with her false accusations, her self-pity, and her guilt-tripping. But not anymore.She pulled her hand away gently from David and stepped forward, facing Allison head-on. There was a cold sneer on her lips as her sharp gaze met Allison's teary, dramatic expression."I don’t c
Christian didn’t waste anymore second.He stepped forward and pulled Emma’s hand away from David’s grip. His face was calm, but his eyes were sharp and cold. There was no need for words—his action said it all.“It’s getting late already,” Christian said, “Since the restaurant manager is here to handle things, and no one’s talking about what happened anymore. So, I guess everything’s fine and we can take our leave now.”David stayed quiet, his hands by his side, but his eyes followed Emma sadly.Christian turned to Mathew and gave a small, stiff nod. “Thank you for your hospitality tonight,” he said.And just like that, he turned to leave with Emma by his side.But they hadn’t gone far when Mathew called out.“Emma,” he said loudly.They stopped walking. Emma turned around slowly, her face calm but tired.Mathew walked toward her with a guilty look on his face. His voice was quiet and unsure.“I’m sorry… for how things turned out tonight,” he said. “I-”“This is the last time,” she sai
Christian stepped out of the car and walked straight toward David. His face was cold, and his eyes were sharp."I've given you enough chances, David," Christian said firmly. "More than once, and now, you've lost all your chances."David frowned, confused by the sudden confrontation. Before he could ask what Christian meant, Christian went on."I gave you the first chance to protect Emma. You failed. Then, I gave you a second chance—this time, to take her away with you. I deliberately stayed out of it, hoping you'd finally make a move. But, as always, you hesitated.”David opened his mouth to respond, but Christian cut him off."You decided to still be the same coward Emma fell in love with five years ago," Christian said bluntly.David's eyes showed a flicker of emotion, but he tried to stay calm. Christian just didn't care."Do you know the difference between the both of us?” Christian suddenly asked. “You don't need to answer that; I'll tell you myself. You're a very selfish man.”"
Christian pulled up in front of Emma's house. The car ride had been quiet, really quiet. As he parked, Emma unbuckled her seatbelt and said, "Thank you." Her voice was soft, almost distant.Christian watched her closely as she reached for the door handle. He wanted to say something—anything—that would make her pause, look back, maybe smile. But Emma just stared ahead, her face tired and unreadable.Before she could step out, he gently reached for her hand.“Emma,” he said softly, “how are you feeling?”She turned her eyes to him, surprised by the touch. There was a long silence before she finally shrugged.“I’m okay,” she muttered, but even she didn’t sound convinced.Christian gave her hand a small squeeze. “Don’t think too much about everything that happened tonight, alright? I know it feels heavy right now, but things will settle. Your dad… he’ll come around.”Emma let out a bitter scoff and looked away. “You think so? He’s too wrapped up in Isabel and Allison’s vines of lies to s
"Christian… would you… be willing to be with me?”The moment the words left Emma's mouth, she shut her eyes, unsure if she had said too much or not enough. Her heart was pounding now.There was a pause on the other end. For a second, she thought maybe the line had gone dead.Then his voice came through, gentle and serious."Are you still at home?" he asked."Yes," she replied quietly."Don’t go anywhere. Just wait for me."Before she could say anything else, he hung up.Christian stared at his phone for a second, as if trying to process what just happened. Then a wide smile spread across his face. His heart raced, his hands felt a little shaky, but in the best way possible.Without wasting a second, he grabbed his keys and headed straight for the door. He didn’t care how late it was or how tired he felt. All he knew was that he needed to see Emma right now. When Christian got to Emma’s apartment, he didn’t even wait for her to buzz him in—she was already by the door, waiting.He stoo
After that chaotic and painful day, Emma's life gradually returned to its familiar rhythm.She picked up her work at the hospital again, focusing on her patients and responsibilities. Claire resumed school, her cheerful giggles echoing once more in the mornings. To outsiders, everything seemed back to normal — the same Emma, the same daily life.But inside, something had shifted.Emma and Christian were no longer just friends. They had crossed a line they hadn’t dared cross before, and although it still felt a little new, a little strange, Emma welcomed the quiet comfort it brought her. Christian's presence was steady and warm, and it wrapped around her like a safety net she didn't realize she had needed for so long.Still, some days, it surprised her just how much their relationship had changed.Like today.Emma was juggling her handbag, Claire’s lunchbox, and a folder of school papers as she stepped out of her apartment. Claire was already waiting in the backseat of the car, hummin
"The investigation into the overseas branch is getting deeper," Mr. Coleman, the Finance Director, said grimly, flipping through a folder. "They're looking into money laundering claims now. If we don’t act fast, it’s not just the fines we’re facing — it's possible criminal charges for the involved parties."A tense murmur passed through the room.David sat at the long polished conference table, his fingers loosely tapping a pen against his notepad. The heavy atmosphere in the boardroom matched the stormy skies gathering outside the tall glass windows. Around him, the board members of Lawson Enterprises discussed the growing list of problems their company was facing.He leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table. His voice, calm but firm. “We need to cooperate fully with the investigators. Scrub all accounts clean, audit every department, and terminate anyone even remotely involved. Transparency is the only way we survive this."Some nodded in agreement, others shifted uncomfort
The rain was falling heavily, beating against David’s windshield and making it hard to see. The wipers moved quickly, but they couldn't clear away the water fast enough. His hands gripped the steering wheel tightly as he pressed harder on the gas pedal.His heartbeat was racing.The road was almost empty except for his car. The rain made everything look blurry, and the tires slipped slightly every now and then. Still, he didn’t slow down. He had to find Emma, make sure she was alright.Suddenly, a flash of bright lights appeared right in front of him. Before David could react, a huge truck swerved into his lane. The truck’s big wheels were sliding on the wet road, throwing up sprays of water. Heavy crates were stacked high on the back, covered with a torn tarp that flapped wildly in the wind. Some of the crates looked like they were about to fall off.The truck driver was yelling something, waving his arms out the window, but David couldn’t hear anything. The sound of the rain poun
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."
"Are you going to pretend you didn’t see me?”Emma froze. Her fingers tightly clutched the clipboard as she closed her eyes.“Stay away from him, Emma,” She said to herself. “Stop caring. Draw the line.”Yet just as she opened her eyes, hardened her resolve not to meddle into David's affairs anymore, and turned to leave again, she heard it—a low, painful groan.Emma turned around sharply.David had slumped down to the floor, holding his side, his face twisted in pain."David!" she called, rushing toward him without thinking. Her heart thudded in her chest as she knelt beside him. Her hands trembled as she touched his arm.He shouldn’t have been out of his room. His body was still weak, still healing. He had no business walking around the hospital like this."You shouldn’t be here," she whispered, trying to steady her voice.David groaned again.Emma glanced around. It was obvious he wouldn’t be able to return to his ward in that condition. Emma didn’t have a choice. She had to take hi
Dr. Allen had seen enough patients to know when someone was pushing themselves too far. And David, seated upright on the bed with a restless expression and an IV line still in his arm, was doing just that."I just need a walk, Dr. Allen," David muttered. "I’ve been in this room for too long. I feel fine now."Dr. Allen arched a brow, folding his arms. “You feel fine? David, you were brought in barely breathing a week ago. Your body’s still recovering. Walking around unsupervised is not just reckless—it’s dangerous."David exhaled, his eyes fixed on the window. His once sharp features were now pale and hollow, his frame thinner than usual. The last seven days had taken a toll, though he would never admit it aloud.“I hear you,” David said after a pause. “I do.”Dr. Allen studied him for a long moment. There was something else behind that tired gaze—impatience, yes, but also pain. Emotional, not physical. But he had done his duty.“Good,” Dr. Allen finally said. “Get some rest. I’ll che
(Flashback continues…)Early the next morning, Dr. Allen came to the ward to check up on David.“All signs show he’s on the road to recovery,” he said, glancing at the readings. “He should regain consciousness soon… probably in a few hours’ time.”Allison, seated by David’s bedside, clasped her hands together tightly. Her eyes glistened with relief. “Thank goodness… Thank you, Doctor Allen,” she said in a sincere tone.“You're welcome, Mrs. Lawson. Dr. Morgan should be given all the accolades for Mr. David's fast recovery. She'll soon be here to check up on him.”Allison's smile faltered when she heard Emma's name, but said nothing.Dr. Allen excused himself after making sure everything was in order, and the ward returned to a quiet stillness.About an hour later, the door creaked open gently. Emma stepped inside, a clipboard in one hand.She noticed that Allison was not in the room, and her eyes automatically sought David’s face. Seeing his resting form—the soft rise and fall of his
David’s low groans of pain pierced the hospital room like sharp needles, each sound tugging at Allison’s nerves. She stood at the edge of the bed, her hands trembling as she watched him writhe in discomfort. His body tensed, his fingers curling tightly around the hospital blanket. Sweat dotted his forehead, his breathing ragged.Doctor Allen had warned her earlier that such episodes were expected. Post-operative pain, especially after major abdominal surgery, often came in waves. David had undergone multiple incisions, internal stitching, and extensive suturing. Nerve endings disrupted by the trauma often sent confused pain signals as the body tried to heal. This was a normal part of the recovery phase—unpleasant, but manageable.Still, seeing him like this unsettled her."Nurse!" Allison shouted, pressing the emergency bell frantically as David let out another cry, clutching his side.Within seconds, Nurse Gina appeared at the door. She was calm and experienced, a woman in her late t
"Mom, I'm so tired!" Allison groaned, pacing back and forth around the hospital garden in angry strides as she spoke into her phone. "Can you imagine? I’ve been tending to him for days now, and it’s like nothing I do even matters. He just stares past me. He complains that I disturb him. He won’t talk to me. And when he does, it’s like I’m some stranger! Cold. Indifferent. Why can’t he just show me a bit of gratitude?"Isabel’s voice came through the line, gentle yet firm. "Allison, take it easy on him. The accident might have hit him harder than you think. You can’t expect him to just bounce back like nothing happened."Allison let out a loud, bitter hiss. She turned away from the flowerbed, wrapping one arm around herself as she paced. "Hit him hard? Oh please. How then does he still remember Emma's name? Explain how he can still manage to call out her name in his sleep every damn night. Every. Single. Night, Mom!"There was a short pause on the other end of the call."Emma?" Isabe
The hospital room, over time, became too boring for David's liking.Visitors had come and gone since his accident. Too many of them. With each face that walked through the door, he felt more irritated and exhausted.The visits were starting to feel like noise. Everyone had something to say, and yet none of it mattered to him.Everyone except Henry.His seven-year-old son and Grandfather were the only people David didn’t mind seeing. Henry had come by after getting better from his own little accident. When he walked into the room, David’s chest had softened for the first time in days.“Daddy,” Henry had said quietly, his big eyes looking unsure.David had managed a weak smile. “Hey, champ.”Henry tiptoed closer and gently placed a small toy car on the edge of the bed. “I brought this for you. It's my favorite, but... you can borrow it till you get better.”David reached for the toy, his fingers brushing the smooth plastic. “Thanks, buddy. That means a lot.”Henry didn’t ask a lot of qu
David felt like he was floating. Somewhere far away, he heard voices. They sounded blurry, like someone speaking underwater. But one voice stood out—it was soft and feminine. And the scent… it was familiar, comforting. His heart stirred.Emma.That was the first person that came to his mind. It had to be her. She was here, by his side. He could almost feel her presence. Excited by the thought, David tried to open his eyes. But the moment he did, a sharp light hit his vision, making him squint and shut them quickly. It was too bright.He waited a few seconds, then tried again. Slowly, the light became bearable. His vision cleared a little, and the voice he had heard earlier came again—this time louder and full of emotion.“He’s awake! Doctor, he’s awake!”David blinked a few more times, now able to focus on the face leaning over him.It wasn’t Emma.It was Allison.He didn’t know what to feel about that moment. A small wave of disappointment washed over him, but he pushed it down. Righ