Mag-log inThe night after Harrison returned home alone was long.Very long.He did not sleep well.He kept turning on his bed, staring at the ceiling.Every time he closed his eyes, he saw Emily sitting under the streetlight.Her small bag.Her tired face.Her quiet voice saying, “I can’t come back.”Early the next morning, he got dressed for work.Downstairs, Tessa was already awake.She was acting different.Too soft.“Good morning,” she said gently.Harrison looked at her for a second.“Morning.”“Did you sleep well?” she asked.He did not answer that.“I have a meeting,” he said and walked toward the door.Tessa followed him a few steps.“You know,” she said carefully, “we are still your family.”He stopped walking.“I know.”“We don’t want to lose you,” she added quietly.He looked at her again.“You are not losing me.”But his voice did not sound fully sure.He left before she could say more.Tessa stood there, biting her lip.Diana walked into the hallway.“You tried?” Diana asked.“Yes,
The mansion felt too quiet that night.Diana was sitting in the living room, waiting.The clock on the wall ticked slowly.Tessa was walking up and down the room, her heels making small sharp sounds on the floor.“He should be back by now,” Tessa said, checking her phone again.Diana did not answer.Her face looked calm, but her fingers were tapping lightly on the arm of the chair.It was already late.Harrison had left the house after finding Emily gone.And he had not returned.Tessa stopped walking.“What if he went after her?” she asked.Diana finally looked at her.“He did,” she said quietly.Tessa’s eyes widened.“How do you know?”“A man does not leave that fast unless he is chasing something important.”The word important made Tessa’s stomach twist.Emily.Was she important now?Tessa crossed her arms tightly.“This is ridiculous,” she said. “He has known her for a short time.”Diana’s eyes darkened slightly.“It is not about time,” she said slowly. “It is about attachment.”T
The night air was cold.Emily sat alone at the bus stop. The street was quiet. A weak streetlight above her head flickered slowly. Her small bag was beside her feet.She wrapped her arms around herself.She did not know where she was going.She only knew she could not go back.Her heart was still hurting from the way Harrison shouted at her.“If you don’t trust me enough to speak, then handle it yourself.”Those words were still fresh.She lowered her head.“I am handling it,” she whispered softly.Headlights suddenly flashed across her face.A car stopped in front of her.Her heart jumped.She knew that car.The door opened quickly.Harrison stepped out.His face looked tense. His eyes searched for her like he was afraid she would disappear.“Emily.”Her name left his mouth like a breath he had been holding.She stood up slowly.They looked at each other under the weak light.For a moment, neither of them spoke.Then he walked closer.“What are you doing here?” he asked.His voice wa
The house did not feel the same the next morning.It felt colder.Not because of the weather.But because of silence.Harrison woke up early. He did not knock on Emily’s door. He did not check if she had eaten. He did not even look toward her room when he walked past it.He just went downstairs, drank his coffee, and left for work.Emily heard the front door close.She stayed in her bed for a long time after that.Her eyes were swollen from crying the night before.His words kept repeating in her mind.“If you don’t trust me enough to speak, then handle it yourself.”That sentence hurt more than his shouting.She slowly sat up and placed her hand on her stomach.“I didn’t mean to hurt him,” she whispered.But the silence between them was already growing.---At breakfast, Tessa was smiling.Not a happy smile.But a satisfied one.She noticed the distance immediately.Harrison did not speak.Emily did not come downstairs.Diana watched quietly.“So,” Tessa said softly, pretending innoc
That evening, the mansion was very quiet.Too quiet.The servants were moving slowly, as if they were afraid to make noise. Everyone had seen the news. Everyone had seen the reporters surrounding the company building. Everyone knew Harrison had faced many questions.When the main door opened, the sound echoed in the hallway.Harrison was back.He stepped inside slowly. His face looked tired. His eyes looked darker than usual. He removed his coat and handed it to a servant without saying a word.Diana was sitting in the living room.“You’re back,” she said calmly.He did not answer.“Was it bad?” she asked again.Still, he did not answer.He just walked past her and went upstairs.Diana watched him carefully.She could feel the anger following him like a shadow.Upstairs, Emily was sitting on the edge of her bed. She had not eaten much that day. Her phone was on the table beside her, screen dark. She did not want to see more headlines.When she heard his footsteps in the hallway, her h
The next morning, Harrison left the house earlier than usual.He did not sleep well.The slap from yesterday was still in his mind. Tessa’s shocked face. Diana’s anger. Emily’s quiet eyes.And now, the rumors were everywhere.As his car drove toward his company office, he looked out of the window. The city looked normal. Cars moving. People walking. Shops opening.But for him, nothing felt normal.His phone kept vibrating.Messages.Missed calls.Notifications.He did not open them.He already knew what they were about.Emily.The pregnancy.The scandal.When his car stopped in front of the company building, he noticed something unusual.There were cameras.Microphones.Reporters.His driver looked nervous.“Sir… the media is here.”Harrison took a slow breath.“Open the door,” he said calmly.The moment he stepped out of the car, flashes of cameras blinded him.“Mr. Harrison!”“Sir, is it true?”“Is the pregnant girl living in your house?”“Who is responsible?”“How could you allow s







