My father's glare of disappointment didn't let up despite what I said. “Well good, because I would beat myself up if I were you too.”Before he could say more, Tessa stepped in, turning toward our parents.“Alright, enough, please,” she said, her voice firm but not combative. “Yes, Alex made a mistake. But he realized it just days after Emma’s birthday. He tried to fix it. He searched for her for years. You can be angry, but please don’t talk like he abandoned her willingly.”Mum turned sharply to her. “You don’t look or sound surprised.”Tessa hesitated.“You already knew?”She nodded slowly, her eyes flicking toward me with guilt. “Alex told me what happened after she left.”Mum’s face fell. “And you pretended all this time? You let us believe you had no idea why Emma left.”“Don’t,” I cut in, hating the crestfallen look on my sister's face from our mother's disappointment I’d dragged her into. “Don’t be angry at her. I put her in that position. It wasn’t fair.”My parents both turn
I pulled up in front of my parents’ house just before nine. Tessa had gone over to their house, and the three of them were waiting in front of the door.“Alright, spill,” Tessa said, sliding into the front passenger seat before I could say anything. “Apart from Emma's return, what exactly are we about to find out?”Mum sat behind me, gripping the back of my seat. “Yes, Alexander. You’ve been terribly mysterious, and I don’t appreciate it. You know I hate to be kept in suspense.”I just laughed and kept driving, ignoring the barrage of questions the rest of the way. My heart was racing, but it wasn’t from anxiety. It was from the sheer anticipation of seeing it all finally come together.The Richards’ residence came into view. My parents and Tessa seemed like they couldn't get out of the car fast enough. We didn't have to ring the doorbell because it opened immediately to reveal Aunt Luisa with a warm smile on her face.“Oh, Luisa,” my mother said. The two of them hugged before Aunt Lu
I waited and waited. Seconds passed, but Emma didn't push me away. Instead, her body relaxed in my arms. She let me hold her.A thrill of satisfaction went through me. For the next seconds, I revelled in the feeling of her—soft, warm, and achingly familiar in a way I would've never allowed myself to feel before.Her skin smelled the same. A hint of something floral and something sweeter underneath, like honey and vanilla.I didn’t realize just how tightly I was holding her until I felt her chest shift against mine with a breath.Magic. That was the only word for it. And then the magic immediately became a problem.A very obvious one.Shit.I shifted my lower body slightly away from her so that it wouldn't be pressed against her. She had allowed me to hug her, but it didn't mean she wouldn't slap the hell out of me if I touched her with my hard bulge.A scoff came behind me, and I knew it was from Celia, but I didn't care.“Mummy! Daddy! Where are you? Where is everyone?” Liam's muffle
ALEXI could feel my heart pounding in my chest as I waited. Her silence was unbearable, making it feel like there was no air left in the room.Emma didn’t look at me at first. Her eyes were fixed on a spot near the fireplace. But finally, she looked back at me and gave the faintest nod.“Yes,” she said softly. “I forgive you, Alex.”My throat tightened instantly. For a moment, I wasn’t sure if I had heard her right. My heart felt like it had stopped. Then started again at twice the pace.“You don’t know...” My voice cracked, and I had to swallow hard. “You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to hear you say those words, Emma. I’ve hated myself for what I did to you every single day. And now...”I trailed off, overcome with emotions. With any other person, I would've put on my most stoic mask. But with her, I didn't care. I wanted her to see all the things I was feeling.“Thank you,” I breathed, the words tumbling out. “Thank you, Emma. I swear to you, I’ll do everything I can to make it
ALEXThe silence after my question stretched longer than I anticipated. No one spoke.I couldn’t ignore the way my pulse quickened. My thoughts spun in tight circles, trying to make sense of it all. All this time, I had assumed it was Emma's father deliberately putting roadblocks in path so that I wouldn't be able to find Emma, but looking at the confusion on his face, he truly didn't know anything about it.So who was it then?It had to be someone who knew about why Emma decided to leave Baltimore. Someone who wanted to keep me away from Emma.But none of the people in the room knew about it...except Celia.My gaze settled on her, my eyes narrowing.“You,” I said calmly. “It was you, wasn't it.”Celia blinked slowly like she was the last person she had expected me to accuse. Then she scoffed. A humorless laugh escaped her lips, and she crossed her arms as if bracing herself.“Are you serious right now?” she asked, her voice incredulous. “You’re really standing here accusing me?”“I a
I looked at Alex, and when our eyes met, I tried to signal him he didn’t have to do it. My parents didn't have to know everything that happened. I didn't want any more tension and rancor.But Alex only gave me a soft, almost sad smile and nodded once before facing my parents again.“It’s true,” he began. “There was never a relationship between me and Emma. Not the way you're thinking. It happened one night. Two nights before her birthday.”I was at a club that night. Emma showed up and chanced upon me. We talked and drank for a bit. I’d only had a couple of shots, nothing unusual, but I started feeling strangely disoriented. Emma offered to take me home and I agreed. I don’t know how it happened. It just did.”“So you’re saying,” Max hissed, his voice low and lethal, “you got our sister drunk, slept with her, and then showed up two days later to her birthday with your fiancée like nothing happened? That’s what you think is a better explanation?”“It didn’t happen like that,” I cut in.