EMILY'S POV
I blinked slowly, my eyes dry and sore, and for a long moment, I couldn’t remember where I was. The ceiling tiles above me were plain white, dotted with soft ventilation grills and a humming fluorescent bulb. I could hear the faint rhythmic beeping of a heart monitor beside me. Something was attached to my arm. An IV drip.
My eyes flickered again, and I turned my head ever so slightly, wincing at the ache that crept into my neck and shoulder. That was when I saw her.
Olivia.
She was sitting by my bedside, her head bowed slightly. Her face looked pale and swollen, her eyes red and puffy. Tears had dried on her cheeks, leaving faint salt streaks. She was wearing a simple black gown, a modest one, no jewelry, no makeup.
My heart began to beat unevenly in my chest.
Where am I?
The thought echoed in my mind as I looked around
EMILY'S POVI blinked slowly, my eyes dry and sore, and for a long moment, I couldn’t remember where I was. The ceiling tiles above me were plain white, dotted with soft ventilation grills and a humming fluorescent bulb. I could hear the faint rhythmic beeping of a heart monitor beside me. Something was attached to my arm. An IV drip.My eyes flickered again, and I turned my head ever so slightly, wincing at the ache that crept into my neck and shoulder. That was when I saw her.Olivia.She was sitting by my bedside, her head bowed slightly. Her face looked pale and swollen, her eyes red and puffy. Tears had dried on her cheeks, leaving faint salt streaks. She was wearing a simple black gown, a modest one, no jewelry, no makeup.My heart began to beat unevenly in my chest.Where am I?The thought echoed in my mind as I looked around
I didn’t think.My instincts kicked in before reason could stop me. I rushed forward, pulled Mara behind me, and slapped Victoria hard across the face. The sound echoed through the hospital room like a crack of thunder.She staggered backward, her hand flying to her cheek, stunned.But instead of screaming or lashing out, Victoria did something that completely threw me off guard.She began to cry.Real tears.Not the crocodile kind she often summoned in court or on the press standbut raw, broken sobs that made her shoulders quake. She dropped to her knees, her head bowed, her palms together in a pleading gesture.I froze.Mara froze."I'm sorry, Mara,” Victoria sobbed, her voice shaky and soaked in grief. “I’ve repented. I swear to God… I’ve changed.”
“What are you saying, Olivia?” I asked again, this time more forcefully. I yanked the phone off speaker and pressed it hard against my ear, my fingers trembling slightly.Olivia’s voice was firm, but calm, as always.“Celeste was released two weeks ago.”I blinked, stunned. “What?”“No one knew,” Olivia continued. “Everyone was so focused on the Sinclair trial. The media, the justice system, the people, everyone. That was when they slid Celeste out.”My heart slammed against my ribcage.I stared blankly through the windshield as her words settled in my brain like a growing thunderstorm. I shook my head, trying to make sense of it. “Why didn’t I know? How did I miss something this huge?”“I’m curious about that too, Emily,” Olivia admitted
I stood motionless for a moment, staring at my phone like it was a bomb that had just gone off in my hand. My heart beat like a war drum against my ribcage as the reality of what I had just heard sank in.Victoria Hale.That voice was unmistakable. Cold, venomous, and tinged with a twisted kind of amusement. The type of amusement that came from watching the world burn and being the one holding the match.I bent slowly, my hand trembling slightly as I picked the phone off the floor.“Victoria Hale,” I said aloud, more to myself than anyone else. There was still disbelief in my voice. I needed to hear her name, to confirm that it had truly been her.“I guess you still remember my voice,” she said, her voice dripping like poisoned honey. “How are you and that bitch fairing?”I scoffed bitterly, rolling my eyes. Some things nev
EMILY’S POV“Shouldn’t the question be the other way around?” Mara asked coolly, folding her arms over her chest, her tone like ice measured, cutting, and unapologetically sharp. “Like, what’s your so-called husband that’s not even your husband yet doing with Emily?”The silence in the room thickened.Camille’s expression twitched, just barely. Her lips parted like she had something clever to say, but nothing came out immediately. Her gaze dropped from Mara’s piercing eyes to the floor for a beat then lifted with a slow, venomous glare. She looked Mara up and down like she was trying to pick her apart, as though she could size up her confidence and dismantle it with one swipe of her designer-clad presence.But Mara didn’t flinch. Her posture was steady, her chin lifted, the kind of woman who had been through too much to cower under hee
EMILY'S POV“So, can we start with your designs?” I asked, walking over to the low center table in my workspace. The overhead pendant light cast a soft golden glow, making the room feel warm despite the tension from the earlier visit from Daniel still lingering in my mind.Mara nodded quickly, as if trying to shake off the excitement and disbelief that lingered from our previous conversation.“Sorry,” she began, her tone apologetic yet laced with disbelief. “I got carried away with what you had told me about Daniel. Geez, I can’t believe you dated that dickhead. Ethan is better than him but colder than him.” She rolled her eyes with exaggerated flair when she said “dickhead,” making me chuckle at her.What a dramatic girl.“It’s fine. It’s understandable,” I replied, shrugging lightly as I settled besid