(Emily’s POV).
As I walked down the aisle on that long-awaited day, my heart overflowed with joy and anticipation.
Finally, seven years of love and devotion to Ben had brought us here, to the moment we would tie the knot.
I could see the guests smile through tears of joy, celebrating our love with us.
“Breathe, Emily. Breathe,” I kept telling myself, whispering.
My heart was beating fast and my hands were covered in cold sweat. A panic attack came to me but it was an attack of happiness that anyone would want to feel.
I was nervous and kept breathing in and out as I became the center of attention of the staring guests. But this was what I had been waiting for in seven years of loving a man.
And I arrived at the pulpit with my breath caught in my throat like someone had just chased me.
However, dreams could turn to dust in an instant as I stared in a direction that destroyed my happiness all at once.
The screen meant to display our journey together flickered with images that shattered my world.
An intimate photo of Jane—my stepmother, having an affair with another man, filled the ballroom with gasps of disbelief.
I couldn't believe what I was seeing. It was almost unbelievable that my stepmother would have an illicit relationship behind my father's back.
The worst thing was … that man was Ben, my husband-to-be.
Shock turned to horror as my father—who had looked radiant moments before, collapsed in his chair, clutching his chest.
“Dad!” I screamed with my eyes widened.
Frantically, I removed my bridal veil and rushed to my father's side. I held his head up higher with a cry that ruined my bridal makeup. Damn, I didn't care about this wedding anymore.
My wedding dress, which was a symbol of hope and happiness, was now heavy with betrayal and despair. This was the hardest event I had experienced in my life. A few minutes of happiness turned into a catastrophe that I wouldn't even be able to forget.
I wailed in pain until my voice completely disappeared even while crying. It hurt so much and I knew there was no going back.
I didn't know where Ben and Jane were because all I knew was that they weren't there when what happened to my father—no, I meant when that fucking pictures showed up! They disappeared as if this was part of the plan. Or ... was it?
Hours passed like a nightmare until Ben and Jane finally showed up at the hospital the next day.
"Why have you come?" I asked coldly.
"To witness the destruction of you and your father, my dear stepdaughter."
I heard her being so happy with what happened to my failed wedding and also my father. Apparently, apart from her having an affair, she was also the destroyer of all one's happiness.
“You have no heart did this to my father, Jane!” I said with hatred.
“It's better like this. I have no love for your father, except for his wealth.”
Her defiance cut through the tension, her words a cruel stab. I was glad that my father hadn't heard this. Or else, his condition would become more fatal.
“You know what, this husband-to-be, whom you failed to marry, had motives that are completely contrary to what you had been living with. He is full of lies and he doesn't love you at all! He just wants your property, just like me,” she relished the chaos she had caused, exposing Ben's true motives—a marriage of convenience, a facade of love hiding his greed.
I felt on the verge of resigning myself to not fighting back. Because when I wanted to get angry, my energy seemed to be depleted because of the events that had just happened, but of course, I wouldn't just stay silent.
But, was it true he didn't love me at all? So, what was all these seven years to him? Nothing? I didn't know the answers and it frustrated me.
Heartbroken and desperate for answers, I faced Ben, searching in his eyes to find the love I once believed in.
“So, everything we've lived through is just a drama you've planned?" I asked in a trembling voice.
"You can say that.”
His words were like daggers that tore apart everything I held dear although it was just a simple answer. He really dumped me like trash that was no longer useful to him. The love that I had once seen in his eyes, had completely vanished like dust that was swept away quickly.
"So you really don't love me? Not even one percent?" I asked once again.
Then his eyes looked at me in a way that was so cold, unfamiliar, and even almost unfamiliar. "I can play drama for as long as it takes, Emily. I did that to you in seven years.”
"How could you?!" I pushed his body roughly. Hitting his chest until all I got was him pushing me away and walking away from me with Jane.
My tears felt like they had run out of time. Nothing came out again after he left me.
Amidst the chaos, Linda—my father's loyal assistant came and said, “Miss, I came to deliver the news that Jane now held a controlling stake in your father's company.”
That news was disastrous for my family legacy all of a sudden. It became one that tore my heart.
“You better seek help from Ben’s family, Miss,” she urged me.
“No. I can’t. I think Ben is complicit in this betrayal. I can’t do anything that has to do with Ben with his relatives. I don't trust him anymore.”
“Miss, I am sorry for what happened to you, but there’s someone who can help you. It’s Mr. Mike. I have his contact information if you want his information. He provides a glimmer of hope for your father’s company. You can ask him for help. I’m sure he will help you,” Linda said in my darkest moments.
“I have to think first, Linda. But anyway, thank you for informing me. You are still here for me as well.”
“Anytime, Miss.”
As I navigated the rubble of shattered dreams and the looming threat of my father's empire, the possibility of survival flickered in the distance.
Betrayed and broken, I faced a future I never imagined—a journey through deceit, ambition, and a relentless quest for justice amidst the ruins of what was once my perfect life.
***
The hospital corridors echoed with the weight of my shattered world. Every step felt like a march through a battlefield full of broken promises and unanswered questions. My father lay unconscious, his life hanging in the balance, while Ben and Jane's betrayal ate away at my soul.
As I sat at my father's bedside, the sterile hospital room offered little comfort. Memories of happier times flooded my mind—moments with my father, his wise counsel, and unwavering support. Now, all I could see were the consequences of Jane's betrayal, her calculating ambition threatening to destroy everything my father had built.
Linda's words rang through my mind, urging me to consider seeking help from Ben's family. The thought made my stomach churn with bitterness. How could I turn to those who had orchestrated this downfall? Ben, the man I loved with all my body and soul, turned out to be a mere puppet in Jane's cruel game.
Yet, in the midst of despair, Linda mentioned Mike's name like a flickering candle in the darkness. Who was he, and could he offer a glimmer of hope in this bleak moment? The name evoked a vague familiarity, a potential ally waiting in the wings.
The weight of betrayal pressed down on me, threatening to extinguish hope. However, a strong resolve rose within me. I would not let Jane's greed go unchecked. I would fight for my father's legacy, for justice, and the pieces of my broken heart.
The hours were long as I grappled with the reality of my bitter new truth. The world I knew had collapsed, and in its place stood a terrifying battlefield. I had been blinded by love and ambition, but I refused to be defeated.
As night fell outside the hospital window, I vowed silently to myself and my father. I would uncover the truth, expose Jane and Ben's betrayal, and reclaim what was rightfully ours. With each passing day, my resolve grew stronger, fueled by the fire of betrayal and an unyielding determination to come out victorious.
The journey ahead will be full of challenges and heartache, but I will face them head-on. Because in the depths of despair, I found strength that I never realized before. And when I held my father's hand, willing him to fight, I knew that our battle had just begun.
“You have to survive, Dad. And watch me take revenge on them for what they did to us.”
(Emily’s POV).Two years had passed, and our lives felt fuller and richer than I’d ever dreamed. Christopher had grown into a bright and beautiful toddler, and every day, I watched him reach new milestones with a mix of joy and awe. His eyes sparkled with curiosity as he absorbed everything Mike and I taught him, and he surprised me constantly with the way he understood and remembered the little things. I couldn’t have imagined that I would ever feel this deeply fulfilled or so endlessly proud of the life we’d created together.This life has changed me, too. Just two years ago, I would never have thought I’d find myself married to Mike—my soul mate and, yes, someone much older than me and, admittedly, the uncle of my ex-fiancé. In the beginning, our bond had been a shocking, unexpected twist that seemed almost too good to be real. But with every shared moment, every quiet evening together and every early morning with Christopher, I felt the truth of our connection. I loved him wit
"Daddy's home, Buddy!"The words spilled from my mouth with excitement I couldn’t contain as I stepped into the living room, only to find Mike already cradling Christopher in his arms. The sight of them together was enough to melt my heart. Christopher, so small and fragile, seemed to sense Mike’s presence the moment he walked through the door, and now his tiny hand clung to Mike’s shirt, his bright eyes wide with curiosity.Mike looked up at me, his face softened with a quiet joy that made my heart flutter. "I think he knows I’m back," he said, his voice filled with wonder.I laughed softly, setting my purse aside. "Of course he does. There’s no way he could miss you."I watched them for a moment, unable to look away. There was something so natural, so effortless, about the way Mike held Christopher. It was as if they were two halves of the same heartbeat, already so attuned to each other that even a few days apart felt too long. I didn’t want to interrupt, so I slipped into the k
(Emily’s POV)."I miss you."The words slipped out before I could stop myself. The moment I saw Mike step through the airport gate, every ounce of restraint I’d held over the past few days just melted away. I practically threw myself into his arms, wrapping him in a hug so tight I thought I might never let go.Mike’s hands slid around my waist, pulling me even closer, and I felt his warm breath against my ear. “I missed you too, more than you know,” he murmured, his voice low and husky. There was a rough edge to his tone, a subtle hint of all the things he wasn’t saying aloud. Before I could respond, his lips were on mine, his kiss hungry, demanding, like he was making up for every moment we’d spent apart. My hands slipped up to his shoulders, fingers clinging to the fabric of his shirt as the airport, the people, everything faded around us. It was just him and me, our unspoken longing filling the space between us until it overflowed.Finally, reluctantly, we broke apart, our bre
(Emily’s POV)."Don't cry, Boy. I'm right here," I cooed softly, bouncing Christopher lightly in my arms. His tiny face was scrunched up, cheeks flushed as he let out another wail, the sound piercing in a way that tugged at my heart.I felt a pang of helplessness, a familiar ache that surfaced whenever I couldn’t seem to calm him. Normally, when Mike was here, Christopher barely fussed. I liked to think it was because he sensed the balance and warmth that Mike’s presence brought. And now, that steadiness was gone, at least for a few days. I could only imagine how strange it must feel for Christopher to have half of his usual world missing."Shh, it’s okay. I’m here. We’re going to be just fine,” I murmured, trying not to let my own frustration leak into my tone.Despite my efforts, his cries only grew louder, his little hands curling into tight fists. I could feel my patience thinning, a creeping sense of unease mingling with the exhaustion that came from trying to soothe him on my
(Emily’s POV)."Take care of yourself, Mike. Call me as soon as you land," I said softly, feeling the weight of his upcoming absence settle over me.Mike nodded, his eyes meeting mine, as he gently cradled my face in his hands. "I will. And don’t worry, you’ll hear from me as soon as I’m down." He leaned in and pressed his lips to my forehead, his kiss lingering, soft and warm. Then, his mouth found mine, and I melted into him, letting myself be consumed by the kiss. It was longer, deeper than usual, as if neither of us wanted to let go. I could feel his unspoken promise in that kiss—a reassurance that he’d come back to me, always.The sound of his assistant’s voice cut through the air, snapping us back to the present. "Boss, it’s time to take off."Mike broke the kiss with a soft sigh, resting his forehead against mine momentarily. "I love you, Emily," he said, his voice filled with a warmth that wrapped around my heart.I managed a smile, my voice trembling slightly as I replied
(Mike’s POV)."Emily, I’ll be heading out on a business trip for a week. Want to come with me?" I asked, hoping to have her by my side for those seven days. Being away from her, from us, even for just a week, felt heavier than it used to. I just hope she wanted to come to me.She gave me a soft, apologetic smile. “Since having Christopher, I feel like I should stay around the house more,” she said, her hand instinctively reaching up to rest over her heart. “He’s so young, Mike. I don’t want him to wake up without his mom around.”I nodded, suppressing the pang of disappointment. It wasn’t as if I didn’t understand. Ever since Christopher had come into our lives, everything had changed—Emily had changed, and for the better, in so many ways. She was the embodiment of patience, grace, and care, and I was a fool to ever try and pull her away from that.“That’s fair,” I said with a grin, leaning down to kiss her cheek. “But,” I added, voice soft, “just remember, let me know if you head t
(Mike’s POV).The evening came too soon, and before I knew it, Emily and I were heading to the Johnson family home for yet another one of these "family dinners." They had never been a tradition before, at least not until Emily and I got married. Now, it felt like some unspoken agreement that we’d all gather regularly, whether I wanted to or not. The whole situation made me question things, wondering why we suddenly needed to meet so often when, in the past, we’d been perfectly fine keeping to ourselves. The irony wasn’t lost on me.Emily squeezed my hand, noticing the tension in my grip as we pulled into the driveway. “Remember, not everything needs to be faced with emotions,” she murmured gently, giving me a smile that made me feel as though we were the only two people in the world. “Tonight is just another dinner. We’ll get through it.”I nodded, taking a breath to calm myself. She was right; Emily had this calming effect on me, something I’d never known I needed until I found he
(Mike’s POV).“You aren’t mad at me? For not telling you about my visit to my father’s?”Emily’s question pulled me out of my thoughts, her voice soft yet searching as she looked up at me. I couldn’t help but smile as I shook my head, reaching to touch her cheek, letting my thumb trace the gentle curve there. Her expression held a touch of worry, but I could see something deeper beneath it—trust, maybe. A need for reassurance that ran deeper than the question she’d just asked.“Not at all,” I murmured, my voice low. Jimmy had told me she’d visited him, and, of course, I knew that meant Ben had been around. It wasn’t exactly a thought I enjoyed. There was still a part of me, small but insistent, that flared with jealousy, picturing Emily in the same space as him. But I wasn’t about to let that ruin this moment. I trusted her. She tilted her face up, catching my gaze with her eyes, which sparkled with a warmth that made everything else fade away. I lifted her chin gently, leaning do
(Emily’s POV).“Why don’t you give up, Ben?”My voice cut through the gentle hum of the garden, breaking the tranquility as I stepped toward him. Ben was hunched over, hands full of grass clippings as he tended to the flowerbeds in my father’s yard. His head jerked up at my voice, his face creased in mild surprise. Clearly, he hadn’t expected me to show up here, and certainly not to confront him.The annoyance simmered in my chest as I walked closer, a dull ache pushing me to get the words out, to speak my mind finally. Every time I saw him here, every time I knew he was just around the corner from my life with Mike, it gnawed at me like an open wound.Ben stood up slowly, straightening to his full height, wiping his hands on his jeans. “Emily,” he said, his voice calm but wary. “I didn’t think you’d come here just to see me.”“I came here to ask why you haven’t disappeared from my life,” I replied, my tone sharper than I’d intended. “After everything, why not just… give up?”He loo