LOGINGemmaI opened my mouth to argue again, but Gigi stepped between us, one hand settling firmly on my shoulder.“Gemma, please.” She took a breath before continuing. “I got a call that you fainted. I came here thinking something serious had happened to you. I can’t watch you follow him.”I looked down.“I just want her back.”“I know.”Gigi squeezed my shoulder.“Katia is my friend too. I want her back just as badly as you do, but we have to let Julian and James find out where she is first.”There wasn’t much I could say to that.I sat back down on the bed, rubbing my palms against my thighs as I tried to calm myself.Julian returned to his phone. I watched him for a moment before looking away. I hated that he was the one taking control of the situation. I hated that I needed his help. But none of that mattered as much as Katia did.A few minutes later, the door opened again.A doctor entered with a nurse and introduced himself before pulling the chart closer. He asked me several questi
GemmaThe first thing I felt was an ache in my head. I opened my eyes and stared at the unfamiliar room, trying to remember how I had gotten there. I couldn’t make sense of anything around me. I shifted slightly, and the pain in my head got worse. My hand moved instinctively toward my head, but I stopped when I felt fingers wrapped loosely around mine.I turned my head.Julian was sitting beside the bed, his hand still holding mine. He was no longer wearing his suit jacket, and the sleeves of his shirt were pushed up to his forearms. His tie was slightly loosened, and he held his phone in one hand. The moment our eyes met, he stood.“Where am I?” I asked, my voice weak.“You fainted,” he said quietly. “You’re in the hospital.”I stared at him, trying to process his words.The conference room. The meeting. My phone ringing. I remembered answering the video call and seeing Katia's face on the screen. The bruises on her body. Her hands tied behind the chair. The way she struggled to lift
GemmaThe ringing of my phone pulled me out of sleep.“Ahhhhh.”I groaned and reached across the bed, searching blindly for it. My eyes were still heavy, and I almost knocked the phone to the floor before my fingers finally found it.“Hello?” I answered, my voice rough and grumpy from sleep.“Ma’am, we got a contract to cook for five thousand guests.”My eyes opened immediately.“What?” I pushed myself upright, suddenly wide awake.“Yes, ma’am. I just received the email. They want us to attend a meeting this morning to discuss the menu, cost, staff, and everything else.”I stared at the time on my phone.“What time?”“Ten o’clock.”I threw the blanket aside.“Send me the details. I’m coming.”I sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the phone in my hand. Five thousand guests. My stomach fluttered at the thought, and I couldn’t stop the smile that spread across my face. At the same time, I felt nervous. It was a huge opportunity, but I knew one mistake could cost me more than the contr
Richard“It’s been two fucking years since we got married, Angela, and you’re still not pregnant.”Angela was sitting in front of the dressing table, taking off her earrings. Her fingers stopped on the second one, and she slowly lowered her hand while watching me through the mirror.“You think I don’t know that?”I stood near the window with my arms crossed, staring out at the garden. The room was expensive, spacious, and decorated exactly the way she had wanted when we got married. None of it felt satisfying anymore.“Then what is the problem?” I asked. “The doctors have checked you. They said there is nothing wrong with you. So what exactly are we waiting for?”Angela turned around in the chair. “This is not the life you promised me, Richard.”I let out a humorless laugh and turned away from the window. “What does that have to do with having a baby?”“Everything.” She pushed herself out of the chair and faced me. “You promised me a good life, Richard. You promised me security. You p
Julian“Get back here, Julian.”My mom yelled after me as we stepped outside, but I kept walking toward the parking area. My shoes struck the pavement with each step as I tried to get away from the noise, the argument, and everything that had happened inside the restaurant.My cheek was sore, and the cut on my lip stung whenever I moved it, but I barely noticed the pain. My mind was still on Richard, and I was already thinking about how to deal with him. At the same time, I couldn’t stop thinking about Gemma.The urge to see her again was stronger than I expected. Seeing her standing in her own restaurant, surrounded by people who respected her, made me happy for her. She built something for herself after everything she had been through.But there was another feeling inside me. I was sad that she had built a life without me.I sent her flowers, and she rejected them. She really made it clear that she didn’t want anything from me, yet I still couldn’t accept that she had moved on.Jame
GemmaA few minutes later, I was slightly tipsy, so I stopped drinking and stood up. I headed to the restroom, and after using it, I walked over to the sink to wash my hands. I dried them and turned to leave, but I collided with someone on my way out.My feet gave out, and I was about to fall when a pair of strong arms caught me. Our faces were almost touching. I lifted my gaze to see who it was, and my eyes widened.“You need to be careful, dear.” His familiar voice, his hot breath, his lips almost touching mine, and his arms around me made me uncomfortable. Our eyes locked, and I quickly pulled myself out of his arms.“Get your filthy hands off me, Richard!” I yelled in anger. “Who invited you here? How the hell did you get here?”I was really pissed. Of all the people I could have seen here, it had to be him.“Calm down, Gemma. Our son said he saw you, and I was waiting for the right opportunity to see you,” he said, stepping closer.I pushed him hard away from me, my forehead alr







