Ethan Johnson sat in his study, the air thick with tension. The fire crackled in the background, casting an orange glow on the walls, but the warmth did little to thaw the ice in his demeanor. His cousin, Caleb Walker, leaned casually against the doorframe, arms crossed, observing Ethan with a mixture of curiosity and exasperation.
“So, this is what it’s come to?” Caleb said, his tone dripping with sarcasm. “Married off to some stranger like a pawn on a chessboard? The mighty Ethan Johnson, reduced to this.” Ethan’s eyes flicked up, dark and unreadable. “If you came here to gloat, save your breath.” “Gloat?” Caleb pushed off the doorframe, stepping further into the room. “I’m not here to gloat. I’m here because I care. Or did you forget that we’re family?” Ethan let out a bitter laugh. “Family? The same family that shoved me into this farce of a marriage to save their precious reputation? Don’t insult my intelligence, Caleb.” Caleb sighed, dragging a hand through his hair. “You think I agreed with their decision? You think I didn’t fight for you?” Ethan’s gaze hardened. “Not hard enough, clearly. Or maybe you realized it was easier to side with them than with the broken cripple.” “That’s not fair, and you know it.” Caleb’s voice was sharp now, his frustration evident. “You’re not the only one who lost something after the accident, Ethan. Do you think it was easy for me to watch you spiral, to see you push everyone away?” Ethan’s jaw tightened, his knuckles white as he gripped the armrests of his wheelchair. “You have no idea what it’s like to lose everything that defines you. My legs, my future, my pride—gone in an instant. So don’t stand there and pretend to understand.” The room fell silent, the only sound the crackling of the fire. Caleb stared at Ethan, his expression softening. “You’re right,” Caleb admitted. “I don’t understand. But what I do know is that wallowing in self-pity won’t get you anywhere. And neither will blaming Emma for something that isn’t her fault.” Ethan’s eyes narrowed. “Emma?” “Yes, Emma,” Caleb said firmly. “The woman you married, the one who actually seems willing to try and make this work. Have you even given her a chance?” Ethan scoffed. “She’s just as much a pawn in this as I am. This marriage isn’t real, Caleb. It’s a business deal, nothing more.” “Maybe it started that way,” Caleb said, leaning closer, “but that doesn’t mean it has to stay that way. You’re so busy pushing her away that you can’t see what’s right in front of you.” Ethan’s gaze faltered for a moment, a flicker of doubt crossing his face. But he quickly buried it beneath his usual stoicism. “I don’t need a lecture on my marriage,” he said coldly. “If you’re done, you can leave.” Caleb studied him for a long moment, then shook his head. “You’re a stubborn idiot, Ethan. But I’m not giving up on you. Not yet.” As Caleb turned to leave, he paused at the door, glancing back over his shoulder. “By the way, I looked into the breach at the company. It’s worse than we thought.” Ethan’s head snapped up, his eyes sharp. “What do you mean?” “There’s evidence that someone inside the company is working with a competitor,” Caleb said grimly. “And whoever it is, they’ve been careful. No loose ends, no obvious trails. It’s like they want us to know they’re there but can’t be caught.” Ethan’s jaw clenched. “Do you have any leads?” “Not yet,” Caleb admitted. “But I’ll keep digging. Just… watch your back, Ethan. Whoever’s behind this isn’t playing games.” Ethan nodded, his expression unreadable. “I’ll handle it.” Caleb hesitated for a moment, then sighed. “Take care of yourself, cousin. And maybe, just maybe, try trusting someone for once. You might be surprised.” With that, Caleb left, the door clicking shut behind him. Ethan stared at the closed door, Caleb’s words lingering in his mind. He didn’t trust easily, he couldn’t afford to. But as he turned his attention back to the papers on his desk, a single thought nagged at him. Who was the traitor? And was it possible that the breach was connected to his new wife?The room was filled with a sense of quiet anticipation as the hours ticked on. The sterile smell of the hospital and the steady beep of machines were the only sounds breaking the silence. Emma’s contractions had become closer, sharper, and there was no doubt now that the baby was ready to make its grand entrance into the world.She lay back on the bed, drenched in sweat, her breathing labored but steady. Ethan was right there, holding her hand with a firmness that grounded her, as if reminding her that together, they could handle anything. His eyes were full of admiration for her strength, even though the anxiety in his chest was almost unbearable.He kissed the back of her hand, his voice low and soothing. “You’re doing amazing, Emma. Just a little longer, okay? We’re almost there.”Emma gave him a weak but determined smile, squeezing his hand in return. It was overwhelming, this entire experience. But as the pain surged again, she focused on him, on the love they shared, on the fami
The days leading up to Emma's due date were a whirlwind of final preparations. The nursery was perfect, everything from the soft blue walls to the cozy crib. Emma had gone through every possible checklist, from baby clothes to diapers, and the little stuffed animals that would line the shelves, each one symbolizing the new life they were about to welcome into the world.But as much as Emma wanted to feel ready, she couldn't shake the restlessness that had settled in her chest. She was about to become a mother, a role she had never fully imagined for herself until recently, and while she was excited, she was also terrified. The thought of holding their baby, of everything changing, felt overwhelming at times.Ethan had been nothing short of a rock. He was there at every doctor's appointment, his hand always in hers, offering her words of reassurance even when he was anxious himself. He made sure she rested, even when she was eager to start cleaning or organizing the house for what seem
The days were blending into one long stretch of anticipation. Every morning, Emma would wake up to Ethan’s gentle kisses on her forehead, feeling the warmth of his love as he checked in on her and the baby. It had been several months since they’d received the news, and though Emma had grown used to the idea of becoming a mother, it still felt surreal at times. There were moments when she would find herself staring at her reflection in the mirror, wondering if she was truly ready for the next chapter of her life.It was the middle of the week when Emma felt the baby kick harder than ever before. Startled, she pressed her hand to her belly, feeling the fluttering movement beneath her fingertips. The baby had been moving regularly, but this sensation was different, stronger. For a moment, she marveled at the feeling, but then a wave of anxiety washed over her. She hadn’t experienced anything quite like this before, and she couldn’t help but wonder if it was a sign of something.Ethan had
The days were growing warmer, the air thick with the promise of spring, and Emma felt the subtle changes in her body—new aches, new demands from the life growing inside her. As much as she had initially dreaded the idea of giving up her independence, of needing to rest and take it easy, she had found solace in the quiet moments of the past weeks. Time had slowed down, and she could finally catch her breath.Ethan had been her rock, more attentive than she ever could have imagined. His love for her was evident in every action, from the way he’d sit beside her for hours, just talking about their future, to how he’d insist on doing everything for her, even when she tried to push back. The pregnancy had created an even deeper bond between them, and despite the uncertainty they both felt about their future, Emma knew one thing for sure: they were in this together.But she still had her moments of doubt. She couldn’t help but worry about the transition. Would they really be able to handle i
The weeks that followed Emma’s doctor’s appointment were filled with tension and uncertainty. Bed rest had become a part of her daily routine, and while she appreciated the extra attention from Ethan, she couldn’t shake the feeling of helplessness that had settled within her. She had always been independent, able to take charge of her own life, but now, she felt like she was drifting in a sea of unknowns, with only Ethan’s steady presence keeping her afloat.Ethan had taken time off from work to be with her, his usual drive and focus diverted entirely to her and the baby. He was always there, sitting beside her, talking to her, reassuring her that everything would be okay. But Emma could see the way the weight of responsibility was beginning to take its toll on him. His jaw was set in a permanent line of determination, his brow furrowed as if the entire world rested on his shoulders.One night, after dinner, as they sat together on the couch in the dim light of their living room, Emma
The days were ticking by at an increasingly rapid pace, and with each passing moment, Emma and Ethan’s anticipation for their baby’s arrival grew. There were moments of quiet joy, of course, but underneath it all, there was a sense of urgency that neither of them could ignore. It wasn’t just about getting the nursery ready or finalizing baby names anymore—it was about preparing their hearts, their minds, and their lives for a huge, life-changing shift.Ethan had grown more introspective in the last few weeks. He was known for his relentless drive, his unwavering determination, but with the baby on the way, he began to think more about his legacy—about what kind of father he wanted to be, what kind of role model he would become. He was used to being the one who solved problems, who called the shots, who dominated the room. But now, as he stood next to Emma, his hand resting gently on her round belly, he realized that nothing he had ever done in his life would compare to the responsibil