EMILY’S POVI wake up to the sunlight the next morning. My fingers stretch across the sheets, looking for warmth, looking for him. But the other side of the bed is cold and empty. Just like every other morning since he left.Carlos.I let out a bitter laugh, rubbing the sleep from my eyes as I force myself to sit up. “Damn it, Emily,” I mutter, swinging my legs over the edge of the bed. “You’re stronger than this.”Except I don’t feel strong. I feel hollow. But I can’t let myself drown in that emptiness. Not when I have someone else to live for now.My hands cradle my stomach.“It’s just you and me now, sweetheart,” I whisper, running my fingers over the soft fabric of my nightshirt. “We’re going to be okay.”The baby doesn’t answer, of course, but the thought of them is the only thing keeping me calm. Keeping me moving. If I stop, I’ll fall apart.I push to my feet and make my way to the kitchen. The routine helps. Coffee. Emails. Anything to keep my mind busy. Anything to silence t
EMILY'S POVI sit on the couch with one leg curled beneath me. Bridget, Helen, and I are on a video call."Emily, I’m telling you, this whole situation is insane. Carlos came to visit you yesterday? Why?" Bridget asks.I sigh, rubbing my forehead. "Bridget, I don’t know, okay? I don’t have the energy to think about it right now.""You should, Em. Because if you don’t, I will. I swear, if I ever see that bastard—""I think it’s cute," Helen says. "He’s trying to make up for things.""How about his little girlfriend then?" Bridget asks Helen.A sharp knock at the door makes me sit up. I frown, glancing at the clock. It’s too late for visitors, and I’m not expecting anyone."Bridget, I’ll call you later," I say, already getting to my feet."Wait, who is it?""No idea," I murmur."Be careful. And if it’s Carlos, kick him in the balls for me," Bridget says.I snort, shaking my head. "Goodbye, guys."I hang up and walk toward the front door just as one of the maids opens it. My breath hitch
EMILY'S POVEMILY’S POV(THE DAY OF THE DINNER)That evening, I pace my bedroom with my phone pressed to my ear, Alexander’s smooth voice filling the space around me. I let out a sigh, twirling a strand of hair around my finger."I don’t know, Alexander," I admit, sitting on the edge of my bed. "This dinner… it just feels like a bad idea."He chuckles on the other end. "Why? Because Carlos might bring Lina? Emily, you’re stronger than this. And honestly, what better way to show him you’ve moved on?"I scoff. "I never said I was trying to prove anything to Carlos.""Maybe not, but deep down, you want him to see you thriving. And you are, Emily. You’re beautiful, independent, and way out of his league. He just didn’t realize it until it was too late."His words send warmth spreading through me, and before I can stop myself, I laugh. "You’re ridiculous, you know that?""Ridiculously right? Yeah, I know." I can hear the smile in his voice, and for some reason, it makes my heart skip a bea
EMILY'S POVI feel it as soon as I see them—the knot in my stomach tightens the moment Carlos and Lina walk into the room. I know this is coming, I should’ve prepared for it, but seeing them together still stings like fresh salt on an old wound.Carlos is laughing with his arm wrapped around Lina’s waist, guiding her through the crowd like she belongs there—like she belongs with him.The worst part is that she does belong there now, doesn’t she? She is his girlfriend. The love of his life. His first love. The woman he can’t forget.I try to look away, to focus on the conversation happening in front of me, but my eyes betray me, following their every movement, every step they take toward the family.My heart tightens, and a feeling of jealousy twists deep inside me, but I swallow it down. It isn’t worth it. It has never been worth it.From the corner of my eye, I see Juliet’s lips curl into a scornful sneer as she watches them. Her voice is low as she mutters, "Husband snatcher."I exh
EMILY'S POVIt is time for dinner. The clink of a glass cuts through the air like a sharp note of music, signaling the start of dinner. Lady Helen clinks her glass loud emough for everyone to hear and gestures for everyone to take their seats. We all know what that means. I sigh, forcing myself to stand up from my corner of the room. My stomach twists nervously, though I can’t quite pinpoint why. Who am I kidding? Of course, I know why. As the others make their way to the table, I follow suit. My steps falter slightly as I approach the dining table. And then, my eyes lock onto his—Carlos. He stands near his seat. We lock eyes. For a brief moment, the entire room seems to blur into the background. Time slows. It is just me and him. No one else exists.His ocean blue eyes pierce mine and something—some unspoken thing—passes between us. My heart skips a beat. My body becomes frozen. I can’t tear my gaze away, as though I am waiting for him to say something, to break the spell. The
Emily's POVThe air is colder than it has any right to be. Even with the soft golden glow of fairy lights on the garden across the garden, the warmth doesn’t reach me.Not tonight.I stand just past the stone archway, where the laughter and clinking glasses from the dinner have become background noise. My hands are clenched into fists around the fabric of my dress. I can still hear her laugh—Lina’s. Light, airy, perfect. I don’t even need to turn to know Carlos is beside her, smiling like she painted the sun itself.It’s too much. All of it.I lean against the edge of the stone fountain, lost in thought.Greece. They’re going to Greece. I almost laugh. Of all the places, it has to be that one. The same country Carlos and I spent months dreaming about, late at night tangled in bedsheets, whispering about the blue rooftops of Santorini and the white sands of Mykonos. We were going to travel the world together, hand in hand, starting with Greece. It was supposed to be our own vacation.B
EMILY’S POVThe moment I step inside the house, the air shifts.Daniel squeezes my hand as we enter."You got this," he murmurs softly, just for me.I smile at him. He gives me one final look before slipping away to take his seat further down the long dining table.I swallow the lump rising in my throat and move to the chair assigned to me. Of course, it has to be directly across from them. Carlos and Lina. Like a cruel joke.Juliet is beside me. Kathy waves at me from a few seats down with a smile. A few of the other cousins nod and smile, their faces kind. The rest, however, have that gleam in their eyes. The one that means they’re waiting. Watching. Like spectators before the main event.I sink into my chair, spine straight, chin up.Juliet ducks slightly under the table, and I hear the familiar clink of her flask before she comes up with a mock-serene face."Just a little liquid courage," she whispers. "God knows I’m gonna need all the alcohol in the world to deal with Lina tonigh
CARLOS’ POVI didn’t expect to see her here. Not like this. Not tonight.Emily.My throat tightens at the sight of her. God, she looks… radiant. That red dress is simple but it hugs her like it was stitched from starlight. Her hair falls to her face in soft waves that frame her face like a painting, and there’s a grace in her walk, in the way she holds herself, that makes it hard to breathe.How is it that the more distance we put between us, the more beautiful she becomes?Lina is already talking before I even register she’s taken the seat beside me. Her voice grates against the inner corner of my thoughts. “So, I was thinking an autumn wedding might be perfect. The leaves turning red, gold... Very romantic. Right, Carlos?”She turns those perfectly lined eyes toward me like we’ve already decided everything. My stomach twists.I hadn’t proposed. Hell, I hadn’t even decided if I wanted to. Before, I was so sure I wanted to get married to her but I’m not so sure anymore.“Sure,” I mutt
EMILY’S POVLina.I blink, unsure for a moment if my eyes are playing a cruel trick on me. But no—there she is.She looks as lavish as ever. She’s wearing a sparkly emerald gown that shimmers with every step she takes inside. Her smile is painted on perfectly, but her eyes—they’re wild.What’s she doing here?“Surprise,” she purrs.The room falls dead silent. A fork clatters somewhere across the table. You can hear the hum of the chandelier. Even the candles seem to flicker more nervously.Juliet leans into her wine glass and mutters not-so-quietly, “More like a nightmare.”Kathy snorts and rolls her eyes. “Of course she wore emerald. The color of envy and delusion.”I can’t move. I just stare at her as she slowly makes her way into the room, like a queen arriving late to her coronation. My mouth goes dry.“Carlos…” I whisper, my eyes never leaving Lina. “Did you… did you invite her?”Carlos turns to me, looking equally shocked. “What? No—no! Emily, I swear to you, I haven’t spoken to
Here’s your text rewritten in present tense, with no changes to the content—only the verb tenses have been updated:EMILY'S POVI stand in front of the full-length mirror in my room. My hand gently cradles my small but growing bump.We are having a baby girl. My baby girl. The thought still makes my heart flutter with disbelief and happiness. I run my fingers lightly over the curve of my stomach, biting my lower lip as tears sting the corners of my eyes.I never imagine I’d be here—expecting a child, standing in front of this mirror. Now, I will soon face Carlos and his entire family at dinner. My heart pounds with nerves.I shake my head, blinking the thoughts away, and reach for the necklace on the vanity. It is a silver chain with a little heart pendant—simple, but it was my grandmother's. I fasten it carefully, take a deep breath, and look at myself again. My stomach pushes slightly against the pale blue dress I wear. I smooth the fabric and smile nervously at my reflection.“You’
EMILY’S POVThree days. Just three days since the fire and here I am. Back in my studio like it never happened. Carlos did everything to try to convince me to stay home and rest but I still have a lot to do plus I’m feeling a lot better. I won’t let a little incident keep me down.The place is still in recovery mode, with ladders leaned against the walls and the sound of hammering echoing somewhere in the back. The constructors are fixing a lot of things. But I’m here. I’m working. And I’m grateful.My office window overlooks the worksite. A large tarp covers a partially scorched wall outside, but my design space—the heart of everything was mostly untouched. Thank God for insurance. Thank God for second chances.My sketchpad lies open in front of me, filled with new silhouettes and fabric swatches. My laptop rests on the cleanest part of my desk, set up for the biggest Zoom call of my life. The screen lights up with faces—eight board members of Juille Hart, one of the most luxurious f
EMILY'S POVI’m trapped.The air is thick, black, suffocating. I can see the flames all around me. It burns, just like the day my office caught fire. A baby cries in my arms. My heart pounds loudly with fear in my chest. Every step I take is so painful that it feels like a marathon. My legs shake beneath me as I trip over the remains of something I can't even recognize. The smoke goes into my lungs. My throat burns.The door slams behind me.I scream and twist toward it. “Carlos!” Suddenly, I hear someone calling my name—his voice? A shadow in the fire. I reach, but I can’t get to him. The flames close in like a cage. The baby wails louder. I jolt awake.A choked scream rips from my throat. My body convulses, launching me sideways off the bed. I hit the wooden floor hard. Something crashes—glass shatters.I scramble backwards on instinct, gasping for breath. My fingers dig into the floorboards.reality. The room is dark but all I see are flames. I can still see smoke in the corners.
Lina’s POVThe TV is on in the background, casting a soft glow over the living room. I’m not even really listening to the news report anymore—I’ve seen it so many times by now, I know it by heart.“—no suspects have been confirmed, but authorities believe the fire at the boutique was intentional…”I take another slow sip of wine, smiling a little as I watch the screen. The anchor’s serious voice tries to make sense of something they’ll never fully understand.“You should’ve stayed away, Emily,” I say to myself. I swirl the glass in my hand. “Now you’ll see what happens when you take what’s mine.”Then, my phone buzzes on the counter. The sound cuts through the silence.I pick it up.Unknown Number: Emily survived. My heart stops.I stare at the words for a second before they really hit me. Then the glass slips out of my hand.I throw it and it smashes against the wall. I barely notice the shards on the floor. All I can think about is that one line.She survived.I feel heat rise thro
DANIEL'S POV The minutes tick by slowly I stand near the corkboard, looking at every photo of Lina that I've managed to get. I tap my fingers on the table nearby, waiting impatiently for Carlos to get here. Just when I'm about to call him to ask where he is, I hear the slam of a car door outside. That has to be him. Finally.Carlos walks in nearly an hour late, and the second I see him, my chest tightens. Not from anger. From worry. My little brother looks like hell. Dark circles bruise the skin under his eyes, there's something that looks like soot on his jacket, and his eyes are red—bloodshot from exhaustion, worry, or maybe crying. He looks stiff, like every muscle in his body has forgotten how to relax.He doesn’t say hello. Doesn’t ask what’s going on. His voice is low as he walks forward. "Talk.” he says. I nod once and step away from the corkboard. “I’ve been doing some research on Lina.”Carlos frowns, confused. “Why?”“Because,” I say, “you’re too naïve to see that Lina
DANIEL’S POVThe room is dark. Papers are spread across the table like a crime scene—photos, documents, notes scribbled in red ink, and right in the center… her face.Lina.The corkboard is above my desk. Red string crisscrosses the board, pinning together events that, at first glance, seem unrelated. But I see it now. A pattern. Her name, her face, connected to outbursts, fights, assaults and now…I stare down at the folder in my hand—its edge creased from how tightly I’m gripping it. My thumb brushes over the bold red stamp on the front: Sealed Record. It took an old favor and an uncomfortable call to a cop I hadn’t spoken to in five years to get this. But it was worth it.I open the folder slowly and my eyes scan the page.Name: Lina Veronica HaleDOB: 09/14/1996Juvenile Record: SealedCharges: Arson, Harassment, Assault, StalkingI whisper to myself, breath catching in my throat. "Arson. Harassment. Assault. Stalking..."I drag a hand down my face "This girl’s been unhinged sinc
CARLOS’ POVThe sirens keep on blaring. Red lights reflect across the pavement as the ambulance doors fling open. I’m already running. My lungs are burning and my chest is heaving harder than it ever has before.“Emily!” I choke out her name, over and over. My throat is raw from smoke and yelling. My legs burn as I chase after the paramedics pushing her through the automatic doors of the ER.She looks lifeless. Her face is pale. Her lips are slightly parted and her hair clings to her face in sweaty knots. I can’t even tell where she’s burned, or if she’s burned, because everything just looks wrong. Like the life has been sucked out of her body and she’s just barely holding on.My heart crashes against my ribs like it wants to break free.“Please—Emily, baby, stay with me,” I beg, my voice cracking. The paramedics say something into their radios. The doors fling open for them, but a nurse blocks me from going in.I barely notice Bridget until she grabs my arm. She’s crying. Her fingers
CARLOS’ POVThe boardroom is almost silent except for the voices echoing off the table.The long table in front of me is filled with laptops, folders, and untouched glasses of mineral water. One by one, the board members present their reports—logistics, international expansion strategies, profit margins. I nod, make notes, ask questions. I’m doing everything I’m supposed to do.But I’m not here.My mind keeps drifting. Sliding back to her.To Emily.Her soft laugh, the smell of her hair when she curls into me, the way her fingers trace lazy patterns on my chest when she thinks I’m asleep. The way she smiles when she talks about her designs. The baby.Our baby.Last night keeps replaying in my mind. The way her lips trembled right before I kissed them. How she held onto me like she needed me to breathe. I haven’t stopped thinking about her since I left her this morning with a kiss on her forehead, promising I’d be done early today. A promise I’m already breaking.“Mr. Carter?” someone