MasukGemmaI wanted to ask him more questions. I wanted to know what he liked at school, which subjects he enjoyed, who his friends were, and what he did when he wasn’t busy with schoolwork. There were so many ordinary things I wanted to know about my own child.But every question I considered seemed too personal or too difficult to ask.So I settled for asking about school, and he told me a little about his classes. His answers were brief, but he didn’t seem unwilling to talk. He simply didn’t offer much beyond what I asked.When our food arrived, we thanked the waitress and began eating.The conversation slowed again.I focused on my meal, giving Sam time to eat without feeling that he needed to entertain me. Every now and then, I looked up at him, wondering whether he felt the same awkwardness I did.He ate quietly, keeping his eyes on his plate.I couldn’t blame him for not knowing what to say. We were trying to rebuild something that had been damaged over the years, and neither of us
Gemma“I’ll come and pick him up when you’re done,” Richard said as Sam prepared to get into my car.I turned to look at him.“That won’t be necessary. I can bring him back myself.”Richard shook his head. “Don’t worry about it. I’ll come for him.”I wanted to tell him that I could manage without his help. The last thing I wanted was Richard showing up at my restaurant whenever he pleased, acting as if we were still close or on good terms.My restaurant was my business, and I wanted to keep it that way. I didn’t need him walking through my doors and making himself comfortable, especially when I was still learning how to deal with everything that happened between us.“I said I can bring him back,” I repeated.“I heard you, Gemma.” His voice remained calm. “But I’ll come and get him. You don’t need to trouble yourself.”There was no point arguing with him when he had already made up his mind. I also didn’t want Sam standing between us while we went back and forth over something so simpl
GemmaI let out a tired sigh and stepped away from the door, leaving Julian standing outside. Before I finally moved aside to let him in.“You have five minutes,” I told him. “Use them wisely.”He entered without a word.Gigi sat on the couch with her arms folded across her chest. She looked furious and made no effort to hide it. Katia came out of the hallway, glanced at Julian, then joined Gigi on the couch. Neither of them welcomed him.I remained standing, waiting for him to speak.Julian looked at me before pulling out a chair. He sat down, rested his forearms on his thighs, and began.“The man who called you is Vincent.”“Who is he? And what does he want?” I asked impatiently.“Someone from my past. Someone I should have dealt with a long time ago.”Gigi let out a dry laugh.“Wonderful. A man from your past wants to make Gemma pay for something she knows nothing about.”Julian ignored her remark.“Years ago, Vincent and my parents wanted to merge our families through marriage. Th
GemmaWork kept me busy, but it didn’t stop me from thinking about Julian.I spent the morning at the restaurant checking supplies, speaking with my staff, and sorting out an issue with one of our orders. There was always something that needed my attention, and I welcomed it. Keeping busy was easier than sitting alone with my thoughts and remembering what happened in Julian’s office.Yet, no matter how much I tried to concentrate, his answer kept coming back to me.Yes, I did.Two words. That was all it took to change the way I saw him.I still struggled to understand how the man who had been so close to me could admit to killing someone without offering a single explanation. I knew Joe had hurt me, and I couldn’t pretend I felt sorry for him. But that didn’t mean I could ignore what Julian had done or what it revealed about the man I thought I knew.I shook the thought away and returned to the paperwork in front of me. Whatever Julian was dealing with, I had my own life to manage. I
JulianAll the hope I had of fixing things with Gemma crumbled after the fight we had in my office. After she left, I drove like a madman, too angry to care about my speed. I was surprised the police didn’t stop me.My anger was directed at Vincent. He had no right to drag Gemma into our problems, and I was going to make him regret it.But I couldn’t stop thinking about Gemma. If I told her the truth two years ago, maybe things would have been different between us by now. Maybe we would have been happy together instead of finding ourselves in the same mess again.I hated the thought of losing her. Before Gemma came into my life, I never cared much about my feelings. I knew what I wanted, and I went after it. But with her, things were never that simple.The next day, I returned to my office and found everything just as I left it. Nobody dared to touch anything without my order. Broken glass lay near the wall, a chair was still on its side, and papers covered the floor.I sat behind my
GemmaBy the time I got home, I could barely see the road through my tears. I parked the car and sat there, gripping the steering wheel. I couldn’t bring myself to get out. Julian’s answer kept replaying in my head.He killed Joe.During the drive, I tried to convince myself that maybe I misunderstood him, that there was something I wasn’t getting right.But he didn’t deny it or try to convince me the picture was fake. He admitted what he did without any sign of fear.I wiped my face, picked up my bag, and got out of the car. I wasn’t ready to talk to anyone, but I couldn’t stay inside the car all evening either.The moment I walked into the house, Katia looked up from the sofa. She was watching something on her phone, but she put it away when she saw me.“Gemma? What’s wrong with you?”I shook my head and walked past her.“Gemma.”“Please, Katia. Not now.”I made it halfway down the hallway before I burst into tears again. I covered my face with both hands, trying to pull myself toge







