LOGINKnoxI didn’t sleep at all last night. Finding out what Emma did felt like my heart was being ripped apart. Every time I shut my eyes, the pain came rushing back, impossible to ignore. Now I’m sitting at my desk, staring at the pile of work in front of me but none of it registers. The numbers blur together, the reports mean nothing. My thoughts keep circling back to her, to how everything between us fell apart.A soft notification sound snaps me out of it. I’ve got a new email. I lean forward and open it, and a dark smile creeps across my face when I read the subject. Mr. Carter’s resignation letter. Very good, that bastard is finally gone. Throwing him out was the right call. Gina has no idea yet and I intend to keep it that way for as long as I can.I grab my phone and call him. He picks up right away, his voice tight.“Mr. Carter,” I say, keeping my tone cold.“I’ve already submitted my resignation, sir,” he replies quickly.I lean back, eyes fixed on the wall. “Now listen careful
MonicaI stand in front of the mirror, taking my time as I get dressed. I pick out my most expensive outfit, a cream silk blouse that feels smooth against my skin, paired with a fitted black skirt that hugs my curves perfectly. I finish it off with gold earrings, a delicate gold necklace, and my favorite designer heels. The whole outfit costs more than most people earn in a month but appearances matter. I need to look like the polished, respectable woman I want everyone to believe I am. Still, my hands tremble slightly as I fasten the buttons. There’s a heavy knot of anxiety sitting in my stomach, tight and unrelenting.Right now, I crave something to take the edge off, anything to quiet my nerves. A drink, a pill, something to slow my racing heart. But I can’t risk it today. I have to walk into that police station looking calm and completely in control. I inhale deeply, smooth out my skirt, and remind myself I can handle this.I leave the house and slide into my car, the leather sea
MonicaI wake up feeling light and full of energy, a smile already spreading across my face as I sit up in bed. My nightie has ridden up along my thighs, but I don’t bother fixing it. I grab my phone from the nightstand and check the time, only nine in the morning. I toss it back down and get to my feet, stretching my arms high above my head.Still smiling, I wander over to the window and pull the curtains open. Sunlight pours in, bright and warm, washing over my skin and making everything feel fresh. I close my eyes for a moment and take a slow, deep breath. It feels like today is going to be a good one.A swim sounds perfect. I head to my closet and start flipping through my clothes, pushing hangers aside until I spot a bikini, light fabric, bright red strings. I pull it out and hold it up.The memories hit instantly. Knox gave this to me years ago, and somehow I never got rid of it. My fingers glide over the soft material as a distant, almost dreamy expression settles on my face. B
EmmaIva sits with me a little longer and tries to cheer me up. “If digging through those old records doesn’t turn up anything, I’ll hire a private investigator to help find your biological father.”“No,” I snap, shaking my head. “I don’t want to bother you with all my problems. And besides, that kind of thing costs a lot of money. I can’t let you do that.”Iva smiles softly. “I know. But I'm willing to help.I sit there for a while, staring at my hands, thinking. Then I look up at her. “Why are you helping me so much? You barely even know me. I mean… why do you care this much?”She smiles again, but this time there’s something sad in her eyes. “You remind me so much of my younger sister. It’s funny, she had the same name as you. Emma.”I feel a small smile tug at my lips. My heart feels a bit warmer. “I’d like to meet her one day. She sounds nice if she’s anything like you.”Suddenly Iva looks away. Her face changes completely. The smile fades and she looks really sad.“Oh no! Did I
I sit at the table, my gaze fixed on the food in front of me. The fork in my hand feels too heavy, like I can't summon the energy to lift it. Each bite I take feels like I’m swallowing something I don’t want, and even the taste seems wrong. I push the plate aside, feeling the weight of it in my stomach, but my mind isn’t focused on food.Iva glances at me from her laptop, her eyes softening when she notices. "What’s wrong, Emma? You haven’t eaten anything.""I’m just not hungry," I murmur. "I don’t feel like eating."Her expression shifts into something kind and understanding, a soft smile that doesn’t reach her eyes but says everything without words."I understand," she says gently. "Everything will be okay. I’m here for you."I nod, the tightness in my chest threatening to break open. I try to keep the tears from spilling over, but it’s like the dam is weakening with each passing second. “Thank you,” I whisper, barely able to keep the words steady.Iva’s gaze flickers with concern
EmmaI sit on my bed, knees pulled up to my chest.My work clothes still cling to my skin, stiff and uncomfortable, like they no longer belong to me.I’ve been avoiding Iva all night. Every time she knocks on my door, asking me what happened, I turn her away. Earlier, she knocked twice. I lied and told her it was just another argument with my stepfather. She believes me, because that’s how it always is at home.But that’s not the truth. The scene keeps replaying in my mind. Knox and Mr. Adams, standing there, their eyes cold. Their words cut through me like knives. They accused me of leaking client data. They said they had proof. But that is no proof, because I didn’t do it.Tears pour down my face. I can’t stop them. I wouldn’t ever do that. My work is the only thing I have left. Why would I destroy it?The door creaks open, and I quickly wipe my eyes, trying to hide the evidence of my tears. My hands shake as I scrub my face.Iva peeks in, her eyes immediately softening with conce
EmmaThe door to Knox’s office bangs open so loudly that I jump in my chair. My eyes fly up just in time to see Knox dragging Monica out by both arms. Her body twists awkwardly. Her red heels scrape against the marble floor as she tries to find her balance. She almost crashes face-first into the g
KnoxThe soy sauce hits the table with a deliberate clink. Too loud. I feel it in my molars.Emma’s thighs have already parted from the movement of her legs. And the sight of it almost makes me laugh out loud. Not because it’s funny. Because it’s pathetic how badly she’s trying to pretend she stil
EmmaI stop, tense muscles, heart slamming so hard I don't think I can keep it in, probably my mother is going to hear it through the door. Knox’s hand is still clamped over my mouth, his body pressed over mine, still inside me, still trembling in the aftershock of cumming. He stares at me, calm
KnoxThe cup of coffee remains untouched on the table. I was so busy that I did not even spare it a glance.That evening, I get my things ready. It's been a hectic day at work.Attending meetings to keep up with the new trends and trying to get the best campaign for our products.I remember Gina gl







