LOGINAlicia remained outside longer than she intended, her gaze still fixed on Adeline and the man until they finally separated. The man slipped the money into his pocket and walked off in the opposite direction, disappearing into the moving crowd.Adeline lingered for a moment, scanning the street again before turning and heading down the sidewalk.Only then did Alicia release the breath she had been holding.She waited a few seconds longer, making sure Adeline was completely out of sight before stepping away from the flower stand and heading back into the restaurant.Emily looked up the moment she returned. “You took a while,” she said quietly. “Was everything okay?”Alicia slid back into her seat, her expression still unsettled. “I saw someone I recognized.”Emily’s brows pulled together. “Who?”“Adeline,” Alicia said. “One of the domestic staff Andrea hired when she returned from the States and moved into our matrimonial home.” She hesitated briefly, then added, “She was with a man. I
“You do?” Emily asked.“Yes.”Alicia sat up a little straighter, her fingers curling against her palm. “It just occurred to me right now.”Emily remained still, watching her.“It was in a banquet hosted by the Paddington's,” Alicia continued. “About three years ago. My late father had dragged me along. Marie Whiston was there as one of the VIP guests.” A faint crease appeared between her brows. “I remember because she barely spoke to anyone. Very reserved. Very observant.”She paused, then added, “I was standing beside my father when she and Nathan walked past us. She looked at me, but without intent. That was also the first day I saw Nathan and fell in love with him.”Emily’s attention sharpened, but she said nothing.“I didn’t think much of it then,” Alicia said. “It was just a look. But when she asked me in her office if we had met before…” She shook her head slightly. “That look yesterday was the same.”Her gaze drifted to the divorce papers resting on the table. “Funny how things
The next morning, sunlight filtered weakly through the curtains, painting the apartment in a soft, golden haze. Emily stirred on the couch, still wrapped in the throw Alicia had draped over her the night before. Her stomach felt tender, a dull ache that reminded her that nothing would ever be the same.Alicia moved quietly around the living room, setting a small tray with fruit, toast, and a cup of tea on the coffee table. The aroma reached Emily’s nose, and for a brief moment, her stomach rumbled in response.“Good morning,” Alicia said softly, kneeling beside the couch to set the tray in front of her. “Eat a little. You need your strength.”Emily managed a weak smile and took a small bite. “Thanks, Aly… for everything last night.”Alicia settled beside her again, gently brushing a stray strand of hair from Emily’s face. “Don’t thank me. I told you…. I’m staying. And I meant it. You’re not alone in this.”Emily swallowed, her mind still spinning from the night before. “I just… I don
Emily did not remember how she got home.She remembered standing up from the café table, her legs unsteady, the chair scraping loudly against the floor. She remembered stepping outside and the evening air hitting her face, cold enough to sting. Everything after that blurred together.By the time she reached her apartment, night had settled fully. The silence inside felt heavy, pressing in on her chest. She shut the door and leaned against it, her breath coming out shallow and uneven.Her hand drifted to her stomach.“I’m sorry,” she whispered, though she wasn’t sure who she was apologizing to.She slid down slowly until she was seated on the floor, knees pulled close to her chest. Vin’s voice replayed in her head, sharp and careless.This isn’t my responsibility.The words settled deep, heavier than the breakup itself.A knock sounded.Emily stiffened.Another knock followed, softer this time.“Mily,” Alicia’s voice came through the door. “Open up.”Emily pushed herself up and unlocke
The cab moved through the city streets, but Emily hardly noticed. Her mind raced in circles, short, sharp thoughts cutting into each other. Does he deserve to know? No. Could I do this alone? Maybe I should.… I should just end it? Every option twisted her stomach tighter. She pressed a hand against her stomach, imagining the tiny life inside, fragile and unknowable, and felt both panic and an odd fierce protectiveness. Vin didn’t know, and maybe he never should, because it's clear that he was cheating on her. She had to decide quickly and quietly, for herself.When the cab pulled up to her building, Emily noticed a familiar figure at her door. Alicia stood there, arms crossed, brow furrowed, waiting. Relief and embarrassment hit Emily at once.“Alicia,” she whispered as she stepped out, her bag hanging heavily from her shoulder.“You look like hell,” Alicia said, voice gentle but firm. “Your phone has gone off.”Oh God,” she murmured. “I didn’t even notice. I’m sorry. How long have
Emily sat up at the edge of the bed, teardrops forming in her eyes as she stared at the empty space beside her. Vin was gone. He could not even wait till she woke up before leaving. Her phone lay beside her, silent, like it had nothing to say to her pain.For a moment, she remembered the first time he had stayed over. How she had woken to find him still there, leaning against the headboard, watching her like she was something fragile. He had brushed her hair back then, murmured something about mornings suiting her. She had believed that meant something. Now, the space beside her felt colder than the room itself.She sent him a text, hoping he would reply, but he did not. She dialed his number. The call was not going through.Her thumb hovered over his name again. She considered sending another message, something casual, something that would not sound desperate. She typed, deleted, typed again, then locked her phone. She did not want to beg for attention she had not been freely given.







