Emily’s POV
My hand on Ilay’s arm was steady, a stark contrast to the earthquake happening inside my chest. Every step away from Jin felt like walking through quicksand. The weight of his gaze was a physical pressure between my shoulder blades, but I refused to look back. I had given him my final line, my cold, calculated exit. I would not give him the satisfaction of seeing it crack.
“Well, that was certainly more entertaining than the canapés,” Ilay murmured, his voice a low rumble of amusement. He guided me toward the bar, his presence an oddly solid anchor in my swirling storm of emotions. “I must admit, I didn’t expect him to break a glass. Very dramatic.”
I forced a light, airy tone I didn’t feel. “I have no idea what you’re talking about. The man clearly has a problem with fragile stemware.” I accepted a flute of champagne from the bartender, my fingers trembling so
Emily’s POV“Emilia Carter! There is another delivery for you,” Ben announced for the third time in the day. “Please pick it up.”I groaned, burying my face in my hands. I was sure it was another bouquet of flowers, or perhaps a dessert. The office had become a revolving door of Jin’s silent, extravagant apologies. The first had been a stunning orchid, the card bearing only a single, stark question mark. The second was a box of impossibly expensive chocolates from a boutique I’d once mentioned in passing, the card blank this time.He was respecting my request for space, but he was also making his presence—and his regret—impossible to ignore.“Fine,” I muttered, pushing back from my desk. I could feel my colleagues' eyes on me as I walked to the reception area. Sarah glared at me as I passed. I’m sure she hadn’t forgotten what I said to her.Served her rig
Emily’s POVThis is not how I expected my evening to go.Sitting in a restaurant with Jin and Ilay was a special kind of surreal torture. We were at a secluded corner table, the air thick enough to be carved with a knife. Ilay looked amused, swirling his wine with a faint, predatory smile. Jin looked like he was presiding over his own execution, his jaw clenched so tight I feared for his molars.It had happened in a blur after Jin’s knock on the window. Ilay, to my astonishment, had simply chuckled and rolled the window down.“Baek,” Ilay had said, his tone dripping with false bonhomie. “To what do we owe the pleasure?”Jin’s gaze had sliced past him, landing directly on me. “Get out of the car, Emily.”“I don’t think so,” I’d retorted, my voice shaky.“Then I’ll get in.” And before I could protest, he’d opened the do
Emily’s POVA week had passed. A week of silence that was anything but quiet.I wanted to throw the roses away, but that wouldn’t have been fair to them, so I kept them inside my apartment, displayed on my kitchen table.I am eating while I sit on my sofa because of how big the bouquet is. I can’t believe Jin spent his money on something so big.He has been inside my apartment; he knows I don’t have the space for something like that! Besides, what was the need?A message would have sufficed."Is he still out there?" Chloe's voice cut through the tense silence. She was perched on my sofa, a pint of ice cream in her hand that she'd brought as both a peace offering and a tactical resource.I didn't need to ask who "he" was. With a sigh that came from the depths of my soul, I moved the curtain aside just enough to peek down at the street below.Parked directly across from my building, sleek and ominous as a panther
Emily’s POVJin stood there, silhouetted in my dim hallway light. He looked nothing like the composed CEO I remembered. His tie was loosened, his hair was disheveled as if he’d been running his hands through it relentlessly, and his eyes… his eyes were a wild, stormy blue, burning with a raw, unchecked intensity I had never seen before. He smelled of night air and expensive whiskey.Before I could gasp, before I could form a single syllable of question or protest, he moved.In one fluid, decisive motion, he stepped across my threshold, his warm, strong arms wrapping around me, pulling me flush against the solid wall of his chest. The door clicked shut behind him, sealed by his weight.My world tilted."Jin—!" I managed, but his name was swallowed as his mouth crashed down on mine.This was nothing like Ilay's gentle, perfect kiss. This was not a question or a pleasantry. This was a claim.One
Emily’s POVWhy do I feel so confused?The question echoed in the silence Ilay left behind, with no answer forthcoming. My fingers rose to my lips again, as if they could decipher the truth my heart couldn't. The kiss had been... pleasant. Exciting, even. A masterclass in confident seduction. Ilay was everything Jin was not: straightforward, uncomplicated, and gloriously free of tortured family dynasties.So why did my stomach clench with a vague sense of unease instead of soaring with liberation?Because it was a reaction. A defiant, knee-jerk reaction to the soul-crushing pain Jin had inflicted. Kissing Ilay was like slapping a brightly colored bandage on a gaping wound. It looked bold and brave, but did nothing to stop the bleeding underneath.I had wanted to feel powerful. In control. And for a moment, wrapped in Ilay's arms, I had. I had felt desired and dangerous, a woman who could make a billionaire rival kneel with a
Jin’s POV I couldn’t believe what just happened. Emily…My Emily, she treated me like…Like…Like how you treated her. My inner thoughts betrayed me. Even if I tried to find an excuse for Emily’s actions, I knew better. I made her like that after I decided to break our relationship to be with Yuna.Perhaps I should leave; there is nothing else for me here. I should ask Yuna if she wants me to take her home. I wanted to be on my own, but if I did that, I’m sure rumors would start spreading, and I didn’t break with Emily to mess up my plan just now.At least that pain had to be worth something.I walked around, trying to find Yuna, when I saw my rabbit walking with Ilay. He was guiding her outside, his hand a possessive brand on the small of her back—the same place my hand had been just when we were in a relationship, even if it was fake.