ログインEMELYI wasn’t deaf. I heard every word the three of them said in the dining room that morning, loud and clear. And after that, I made a decision. I would be even more careful. I would no longer accept any food or drinks from Lorian.Not out of spite. Not out of drama. Simply to protect myself and the baby growing inside me.Days passed with the same pattern.Lorian always appeared with her new brand of “kindness”: a morning smoothie, fresh juice at noon, warm milk at night. And every time, I refused, always with a different excuse. Nausea. I’d already eaten. Or just a simple, “Thank you, but no.”Alexander only shrugged. Anna said I was being “too spoiled.” And Lorian pretended to be hurt. But I knew better. She enjoyed it. Every rejection became fresh ammunition for her to run back and complain about me.This afternoon, around four o’clock, there were three soft knocks on the guest room door, just like always.“Em?” Lorian’s voice came from outside, sweet as honey. “May I come in?”
LORIANTo be honest, I chose that avocado for Emely on purpose this morning, the one that was already unfit to eat. And no, it wasn’t without reason.Does it sound cruel? Maybe. But I needed to know. I needed to truly understand where Alexander’s heart stood now. Would he still defend Emely the way he used to, or had he finally chosen my side, just as I had always hoped?The outcome was even more satisfying than I’d imagined.When Emely threw up at the sink, her face drained of color, I rushed to her immediately, pretending to be concerned, of course. My hand rubbed her back, my voice trembling just right. But inside, I was laughing in triumph.Alexander didn’t even look up from his tablet. And when he finally did, the words that came out of his mouth were, “It’s okay, Lorian. You tried.”That one sentence was enough.He chose me.Then Anna arrived at the perfect moment, rushing straight to my defense. “Lorian did her best. Emely is just too sensitive.” I watched Emely shrink under th
EMELYBy the time we got home, my body was so drained it practically ordered me to rest. I lay down in my room “just for a moment” and ended up sleeping for nearly an hour. When I woke, it was already close to nine. I headed downstairs slowly, clinging to the hope that today might be a little calmer.That hope shattered the moment I saw the dining table.Lorian was already there, wearing a neat apron, busy arranging plates like the lady of the house. A green smoothie sat in front of Alexander. Avocado toast with a boiled egg was placed neatly in front of her. And then there was a third plate, set deliberately in my seat, offered with a wide smile.“Hi, Em!” she chirped, as if we were old friends. “I cooked especially for all of us. This avocado toast is so good for pregnant women. You should try it. I picked the ripest avocado myself this morning.”Alexander sat at the head of the table, tablet in hand. He gave a small nod without looking up.“Good, Lorian. You really understand what’
EMELYAnna kept talking, her hand gripping mine just a little too tightly. “It’s a good thing Lorian is staying at your house until she gives birth. So if something happens like this and you end up in the hospital, there’s someone to take care of the house while you’re here. That girl is so good-hearted, isn’t she, Alex?”Alexander nodded again. “Yes, Mom. Lorian has been a big help.”I stared at the ceiling, my eyes burning once more.God, couldn’t the universe just erase this woman from my sight? Why was everything Lorian did painted as angelic in their eyes?Anna didn’t stop. She leaned closer, her voice growing louder, as if I were hard of hearing.“You should learn from Lorian, Emely. She’s pregnant too, but she’s still strong enough to help Alex manage the house. Last night she cooked a special meal for him because he was tired from work. And you? You caused trouble. Contractions, a hospital stay. Alex had to go back and forth because of you.”Alexander stayed silent, glancing b
EMELYThat afternoon I tried to find some peace in the backyard garden, the place that used to be my escape. The roses I’d planted myself two years ago were still blooming, even though I’d barely touched them lately. I held the hose, watering them slowly, letting the steady trickle drown out the chaos in my head that had been building since morning.I brushed my hand gently over my belly. My phone buzzed in my pocket. I turned off the hose, pulled it out, and saw the name on the screen.Naya.Alexander’s secretary at the company, the woman who’d worked for him for years and sometimes quietly tipped me off when he was “working too late.” I opened the message, hoping for something routine.It wasn’t.Naya: [Ma’am, sorry to bother you this afternoon. I just reviewed the CCTV footage from Mr. Alex’s office today. I’ve already deleted it from the company server, but I’m sending it to you first in case you want to see it yourself. I couldn’t stand watching him with Miss Lorian…]Below it, a
LORIANThe door to Alexander’s office clicked shut behind me, soft but enough to make my heart race faster. I’d felt his gaze the moment I walked in: hungry, dark, like a predator finally uncaged.“Alex…” I started, half-teasing, but before I could finish, he pulled me into his arms. His body was hard, burning against mine, hands gripping my waist tight, as if I might slip away.He lifted me effortlessly and set me on the wide desk. Papers scattered to the floor; he didn’t care. His mouth crashed onto mine, rough, demanding, no hesitation.I moaned quietly into the kiss, hands instinctively clutching his shoulders. God, I’d missed this. Missed the way he claimed me completely.Deep down, I knew it was wrong. Back in college, I’d been the one to leave him, the one who cheated with someone else because I thought Alexander was too intense, too controlling. I regretted it now, regretted almost losing him forever.But who cared about regret anymore?I was carrying his child. And I hoped wi







