“Yes, Rita is the one I should have married. It was a mistake marrying you, but don't think you can come crawling back to me. When we're finally divorced, I don't want to ever see you again."
"I will never crawl back to you, but you'll regret betraying me and going behind my back. I’ll make sure of it."
"Aha, you wish." He answers mockingly "You can't do nothing. You have no power, atleast not without me. You are going to regret this decision. I am still on the fence on wether I should fire you from the company, so tread lightly."
"Whatever you want Eric" I say back with a broad smile.
"I don't know what I ever saw in you. Rita is just so amazing to me and we are so happy together."
“You can't fight love, sis” Rita adds proudly, kissing Eric's cheek.
Emerson, who had been sitting quietly all this time, finally spoke up.
"Eric, I'm really disappointed in you. You know that Rita and Mina are sisters. What you did has broken her family. Why would you sleep with Nina, and even worse, get her pregnant?"
"Dad, you don't understand," Eric tries to defend himself.
"What I don't understand," Emerson responds sternly, "is how you could do this after knowing what your mother did to me…what she did to us. She cheated on me and left, abandoning you in my care without ever bothering to check up on us."
"I know, Father, but…"
"But still," Emerson interrupts, "you went ahead and did the same thing to your wife. You know how much I despise cheating. I despise disloyalty. Why would you do that?"
Eric hesitates before replying, "Well…Dad, you weren't married to Mina, so you don't understand what a bitch Mina can be sometimes. And honestly, from the very beginning, I realized I should have married Rita, not her."
Emerson sighs, his disappointment evident. "I just hope you know what you're doing," he says as he walks out the door.
With that, I take my things and stand to follow him outside, while Eric and Rita keep throwing me ugly looks.
A week Later.
I know nobody was expecting me to go to my ex-husband and sister's wedding, but there's no way I'm missing it. Of course, I'm not going there during the official ceremony itself. I'm going to the party for the celebration. That's where I'm going to make my appearance. A grand entrance.
When I show up at the party, making sure to be as fashionably late as possible to gain everyone's attention and make a memorable impression. As I walked in the room was suddenly filled with a hush that turned into suprise looks, gasps of suprise and whispers.
I was wearing the most extravagant and beautiful dress I had ever owned, a stunning white gown, just like the bride's.
I make my way through the crowd and head straight for the high table. There, Emerson, my ex-father-in-law, greeted me with a warm smile and pulled out a chair for me
When all the formalities for the wedding were over, and the newlyweds were making their rounds to thank everyone and engage in conversation, Eric, now my ex-husband and brother-in-law, all mixed up in one weird sentence walked towards me.
"I knew you couldn’t stay away," he said, a hint of triumph in his voice.
I didn’t respond, merely just looked at him.
"You thought your mom would make a big deal out of marrying Rita, but once she found out Rita was pregnant, everything went smoothly from there," he continued.
I had thought about this. My mother always had a special place for Rita that I couldn't fully understand. Eric was clearly using this knowledge to provoke me, but I wasn't easily manipulated, especially not with the joker card I had in hand.
"I think you should go and be with your wife now," I said coldly.
"Of course I am. Marrying you was the worst mistake I could have made. Now, I’m so happy with my new wife, the woman of my dreams, and the mother of my children. I was with you for three years and couldn’t give me a child. But with her, in just three months, I’m already going to be a father."
"I think congratulations are in order," I said smoothly.
Eric stared at me, filled with confusion and irritation. "I’m already married, Mina. You can’t have me back."
"I don’t want you back, Eric," I replied coolly. "What made you think I did?"
"Then why are you here?" Eric shot back. "You’re my ex-wife. I just got married to your sister. You and Rita aren’t even talking anymore. So why are you here if you’re not here to get on your knees and ask for my forgiveness?"
I laughed sarcastically, looking at him with disdain. At that moment, Rita appeared, pulling Eric toward her with a possessive grip.
"What are you doing here, you manipulative bitch? We’re already married. You guys are divorced. What do you want from me? What do you want from my husband?"
"Hey, hey, hey. Calm down, Rita," I said, glancing around at the crowd now focused on our confrontation. "Let's not make a scene."
Eric’s face reddened as Rita’s grip tightened. "Eric already broke up with you. He divorced you. He doesn’t want you anymore. I’m carrying his child. I’m his wife now. You can’t take him away from me."
"I never said I was interested in Eric," I snapped. "Why do you think I’m here for him?"
Just then, Emerson, my ex-father-in-law, approached us. "Hey, what’s going on?" he asked. "You’re causing a commotion and being an embarrassment."
Eric now visibly frustrated said. "It's this woman. She just can't stay away from me. I already got divorced from her, but she still came to our wedding, trying to get my attention. Who even invited her to the wedding? She’s not even talking to her sister."
Emerson turned to Eric, his voice firm. "You’re embarrassing your wife. You’re causing a huge commotion and fighting with your ex-wife. It’s not a good look for a newly married man who should be happy with his new wife."
Eric was now annoyed. "Why the hell is she here anyway? I didn’t invite her."
Emerson met Eric's gaze.
"I invited her."
Both Eric and Rita looked at Emerson with questioning eyes.
"Why would you invite her?" Eric demanded.
"I asked her here because she is my plus one," Emerson said. "I asked her to marry me, and she said yes. She’s my fiancée."
Mina I was in the delivery room about to bring my baby into this world, and who knew it hurt like hell? Mmh! I was very lucky and very grateful to have my husband here with me. He kept holding my hand, telling me sweet things, and encouraging me when the doctors told me to push. He pushed with me, breathed with me. It was kind of crazy. I don't know, maybe after I was done here I would think about this moment and laugh about it. It was a moment in my life when I really needed him, and I was so, so happy and so grateful to have him here beside me. The two doctors that Mr. Emerson insisted on having here were top in their fields. He didn’t care, he had to fly one in as long as I got everything and I was in great hands. The doctors were great, they were encouraging. I just wanted this moment to be over and for my baby to come into this world so I could hear their cry. We were still in the dark; we didn’t know if we were having a girl or a boy. I was just waiting for that moment wh
EmmersonThe next morning, I decided to handle things myself. I know Mina’s already been through enough trauma with her family, so I don’t want to involve her in this. She’s still asleep, and I slip out quietly to deal with Eric.I find him at the hotel, slumped over, still asleep. I nudge him with the toe of my shoe, the force making him stir. Slowly, his eyes flicker open, and the haze of sleep and alcohol makes him groggy. He rises, blinking and groaning, his hand clutching his head."Wake up, Eric," I tell him as I open the curtains, letting the bright light flood the room. He immediately shields his eyes, groaning louder."My head... hurts," he mutters, his voice thick with a hangover. He grabs the bottle of water on the bedside table and gulps down a large portion in one go."Last night," he laments, "I didn't like how your men dragged me out of that nightclub.""You call that a nightclub? It was a strip
EmmersonOh yeah?” Mina’s voice is a little high-pitched.And then Rita says something that makes my blood cold.“Of course,” she replies, her voice dripping with arrogance. “I mean if I could take Eric from you so easily before… When you weren’t this heavily pregnant, and we weren’t even living in the same house. Just think how simple it would be to take his father from you now.”Her voice is low and suggestive. Mina scoffs, maybe out of shock, but Rita doesn’t stop.“I mean, look at you,” she continues, mockingly. “You’re pregnant. You can’t even walk properly without someone holding you. You have to be carried just to get around.” She chuckles,“And me?” she adds. “I’m just getting started. The exercises I’ll do, the maintenance I’ll keep up… You know I won't be breastfeeding, right? This baby is feeding from the bottle. Nothing is messing up this....hot body.”In my mind, I can already picture her motioning to her bo
Emmerson By nightfall, the police have already paid us a visit. It’s all over the news. Madeline had a little accident on the highway. Her car hit the side of a bridge and went down under. She suffocated. But I know the truth. Let her feel what it’s like to lose air. Anyway, the point is—she’s dead. The police came because, after her attack on Mina, there was already a record of her actions. They were just here to deliver the report. To tell us that she was gone. That also settled the issue with Rose. Mina had never been convinced that Rose was behind it, and now that Madeline was out of the picture, it was clear she had been wrongfully accused. Mina was shocked with the news, I never thought she would actually be upset after everything. Even though there’s still sadness in her eyes, I can see the difference. She’s no
EmmersonAfter I had taken Mina home, I gave her a bath, making sure she was okay and taken Care of. She was reluctant to eat at first, but I insisted. “You need nutrition,” I reminded her. “I know you don't want to but do it for the baby. You’re pregnant, you're doing it for our baby.”She sighed, but eventually gave in, taking small sips of the warm soup I had prepared. I watched her closely, ensuring she had everything she needed. Then, I sat her down and gently caressed her hair.I kept talking as I did it—about everything and nothing at the same time. Just filling the silence, making sure she felt covered and safe. My voice was low and comforting. I caressed her head, feeling the softness of her scalp, letting her know she wasn’t alone.And then, she fell asleep.Once I was sure she was deep in rest, I finally allowed myself to feel it all—the anger, the frustration, the overwhelming sense of failure.How could I h
As Emerson's voice continued on the phone, offering words of comfort, trying to calm me, I felt my tears flow faster. I couldn't hear him clearly anymore over the noise in my head, the panic, the certainty that I was going to die. I just listened to him, letting his voice be a thread tying me to something.Then, the banging stopped.I hadn't even realized it.Instead, a knock. A soft, reassuring knock."Mina, Mina, come on, open the door," Emerson's voice came through the phone, clearer now.I still didn’t understand what was happening. My mind was so clouded by fear, but hearing his voice… it soothed me in ways I couldn’t explain. I was barely aware of his words, just the sound of him calling my name, telling me it was okay."Emerson, is that you?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper."Yes, it's me. Open the door, Mina."The reality of it hit me. I had been trapped in a nightmare, my heart frozen with terror, bu
I started scribbling on the piece of paper.[I can't do this anymore. I'm going to kill myself.]I set the pen down and exhaled. "Okay, I'm done."Madeline narrowed her eyes. "What did you write so fast?"She stalked toward me, snatched the paper out of my hands, and read it. Her expression darkened, and before I could brace myself, she slapped me hard across the face. The force nearly knocked me out of the chair.A sharp sting spread across my cheek, my vision blurred for a second. My entire face tingled from the impact, and I gritted my teeth, refusing to let a single tear fall.Who knew I would ever be in this situation? Kidnapped at gunpoint. Forced to write my own suicide letter.Madeline took a deep breath, trying to regain her composure. Then she smirked."You're smart, Mina. We can argue about a lot of things, but not that. You're a smart little thing, a devious little thing. That’s how you got Emerson i
Madeline’s grip on my arm became almost painful. I could feel the gun on my side, like a silent, invisible threat.I forced a laugh, shaking my head. "Oh, you know... My condition." I gestured vaguely at myself. "It’s still hard for me to get up, takes a while to get out of bed. I was sleeping."Tom stared at me, his eyes searching my face as if he was trying to read through my words.Then, finally, he gave a slow nod. "Okay."But he still didn’t leave."Can I come in?" he asked. "I can give you some company.""No!" The word shot out of my mouth too fast, too loud, too desperate.Madeline pressed the gun against my side, a silent threat, a warning that made my blood turn cold.Tom’s frown deepened.I forced another smile, shaking my head quickly. "I mean—no, it’s okay. I was sleeping. I don’t need company right now."I gave an awkward laugh, motioning toward the inside of the apartment. "If you came in, you’d just be sitting alone because I’m going back to bed."Tom didn’t look conv
"I'm sorry, Madeline, I swear I didn’t—""Just tell me why!" she shouted to my face, her voice filled with frustration.I was shaking, my throat dry, my mind running a mile a minute. "I don't know, okay? Maybe because he was there. He was nice. He was understanding, and he made me feel safe. He made me happy. He made me feel like I could be the person I wanted to be." My voice cracked, and I rushed to explain, desperate for her to believe me. "It was never about his age, Madeline. I always thought he was cute, you know? I always thought he was really handsome. And then when we slept together, I realized I could have everything I ever wanted with him, okay? I'm sorry. I really didn’t know—"She let out a cold laugh, cutting me off. "You're not sorry. Stop trying to act like some innocent girl who thought he was ‘the one.’"Her voice was mocking, twisting my words into something dirty."You don’t even love him. Not really. You love the things he represents." She took a step closer, he