LOGINEmily's POV
" I'm so sorry, if I knew you did not remember I would have not said anything at least till you left the hospital " Tasha said, her eyes holding remorse but i shrugged it off.
" It's fine. Can I...can I see the post again?" I asked her.
She looked at me unsurely for a minute, as though contemplating if she could fulfill my request, but eventually, she handed me over her phone and the smiling face of the couples attacked me, the two people who were supposed to be the closest to me, doing this to me three months before my formal marriage with my fiance of five years.
I could see my parents at the back ground too, shining their perfect teeth as they looked so proud of their daughter, after all I was just the adopted one.
I knew I was adopted from the moment I opened my eyes and that was because I was already nine when they adopted me.
They were the best parents I could ever wish for. The way they pampered and cared for me like their own.
I was fourteen when I found out of their own daughter that went missing a few years before they adopted me. I could see the pain in their eyes Everytime someone called to say they had an information but it just led to another dead end.
And when she finally showed up, one day, with the health worker who claimed to have raised her up until she was a fit member of society, their joy knew no bounds.
When the results of the DNA test came back positive, I was sure they could have burst from excitement.
My mum could never get tired of comparing her with themselves. Just how black her hair was, just like theirs.
But mine was a rich chestnut colour.
I did not mind anyways. I was working, I had my whole life in front of me with a fiance that could go to the moon and back for me, I had it all planned out.
So when she started stealing my spotlight with my parents, going on dinners that I was not included on, attending family functions with them forgetting about me, I did not feel all that bad.
After all this was her time to enjoy her parent's love.
She could take everything I had with my parents and I would not care. But she took my man.
My callous fiance that could not find the balls to tell me that he was now engaged to my sister and I had to find out about it through a blog post.
My fiance that took my life and my dreams and shattered with in one go.
I did not realize fresh tears were already sliding down my face until Tasha pulled out a white napkin, carefully dabbing my face with it.
" You shouldn't let them see you so down like this. I hated that girl from the moment I saw her. With her fake smiles and her graceful demeanor. I know you don't feel like it now but you would always be the star of the show, no matter how hard she tries" Tasha said.
My heart strings tugged as I sighed, nodding my head rapidly. It was comforting to know that I still had people who cared about me.
Even if my family didn't.
As I closed my eyes to go to bed that night, I could not help but reminiscence on how I had my met my fiance.
It was a cliche meeting, one that was picture perfect for books.
It has been at my favourite coffee spot.
" I would like to ordered an iced macchiato and also an Americano " he had said in front of me that day.
I was not paying any attention to what he did,, mostly because I had a major test coming up and I could already feel the heat of my failure dawning on me.
But then, he prodded me softly, handing me the cup.
I had stared at him in surprise.
" Can I help you?" I remember asking vividly.
To answer my question, he had flashed me a million dollar watt smile that still had the effect it had on me four years ago.
" I have been coming to this cafe for a long time and I just thought to give you a little something as we have been bumping into each other for quite a good number of times now" he said.
I did not remember ever bumping into him.
I could tell from the label of the drink that he held up towards me that it was the exact same one I always ordered.
" Well today I was going to buy drinks for my friends as well" I said giving an awkward laugh as his mouth shaped into an O, letting me step past him to place my order.
It was an awkward meeting, we felt awkward but it was nice. He had collected my number as I left the cafe and the rest was history.
The checking out part of the hospital was the most relieving. It felt as though I was leaving the guilt I had in my chest, leaving the pain of being repsonsible for the death of someone behind.
Tasha dropped me off at our house and I could not be more grateful. I knew I would not be staying here, not with him hanging around with my sister.
The house was silent when I walked in, and as I went to get my clothes, a pack of condoms fell out of his drawer, shocking me.
We had never had sex even though we had been together for a long time.
But here he was, with condoms.
Just then, as though he was waiting for me to make my little discovery, I heard the door open and he came in.
" Emily, what are you doing here? I had you were involved in an accident and honestly I have just been so busy, I was going to come today" he said but I knew it was all lies.
" Who are these for?" I asked him and watched him pale as I held up the pack of condoms.
Emily's POVJune came the way June came in Los Angeles — not suddenly, not with announcement, but as the natural arrival of something that had always been coming, the warmth deepening from the provisional into the committed, the city settling into the version of itself that it wore for the long months of summer.The roses on the back wall at Cheviot Hills were extraordinary.Anna had said they would be. She had looked at the trained canes in March and said: in June that wall will be extraordinary, with the certainty of someone reading a visual language they understood. She had been right. My mother had sent photographs in the last week of May — the buds swelling, the first blooms opening — and Anna had sent back: I'm coming on the fourteenth. I already have the flights.She came on the fourteenth.I picked her up from the airport. She came through the arrivals door with the carry-on and the dark coat she didn't need because it was June and looked at me with the ease of someone arrivin
Emily's POVSunday was the day Anna had asked for.Not at Cheviot Hills — just the two of us, as she had said when she confirmed the visit. The ordinary time, the time where nothing particular was happening. She had said she wanted to see the consultancy on Friday, which she had. She had said she wanted the garden on Saturday, which she had received beyond what she had anticipated. Sunday, she had said, I want with you.I had been thinking about what Sunday should be since the visit was confirmed.Not an itinerary — she had been explicit about not wanting that. But a shape. The right shape for a day between two people who were still learning each other in the ordinary way, the accumulation of hours and observations and small exchanges that built a relationship into something durable.I had decided on walking.Los Angeles was a city that revealed itself differently at walking pace than at the car pace that most people used — the pace at which you caught the scale but missed the detail.
Chapter 94Emily's POVThe Karen sentencing came on a Thursday.The last week of March, as scheduled. One week after Anna had flown back to Phoenix with the Cheviot Hills mud still on her boots and the photographs of the garden on her phone and the particular quality of someone who had arrived at a place and found it to be what they had hoped it would be.I did not attend the sentencing.Neither did my parents. Neither did Anna. We had all, separately and then together, arrived at the same decision — that the verdict had been the necessary thing, the naming of the true shape of what had happened, and the sentencing was the legal system completing its own work, which it did not require our presence to do.Sarah Mitchell attended. She had offered to — she had been present at the trial, had provided testimony about the records and the investigation, and she said she would go and report back. I had said yes, thank you, the same thank you I kept giving her and which she kept receiving with
Chapter 92Emily's POVAnna arrived on a Thursday evening in the second week of March.I picked her up from the airport alone. Alexander had offered — the same offer he had made for Catherine, the generosity of a man who understood that arrivals mattered and wanted to contribute to them — and I had said yes this time, come with me. He had driven while I sat in the passenger seat and watched the freeway doing its evening thing, the particular Los Angeles rush hour that moved in its own logic, stopping and releasing in patterns that felt random but probably weren't.We parked in the arrivals structure and waited by the doors.Anna came through at seven forty-three. I saw her before she saw us — the dark coat, the single carry-on, the self-contained quality of her movement through a crowd. She was looking at her phone and then she looked up and found us and her face did the thing it did when something landed — the brief adjustment, the composed receiving."You brought Alexander," she sai
Chapter 92Emily's POVAnna arrived on a Thursday evening in the second week of March.I picked her up from the airport alone. Alexander had offered — the same offer he had made for Catherine, the generosity of a man who understood that arrivals mattered and wanted to contribute to them — and I had said yes this time, come with me. He had driven while I sat in the passenger seat and watched the freeway doing its evening thing, the particular Los Angeles rush hour that moved in its own logic, stopping and releasing in patterns that felt random but probably weren't.We parked in the arrivals structure and waited by the doors.Anna came through at seven forty-three. I saw her before she saw us — the dark coat, the single carry-on, the self-contained quality of her movement through a crowd. She was looking at her phone and then she looked up and found us and her face did the thing it did when something landed — the brief adjustment, the composed receiving."You brought Alexander," she sai
Emily's POVThe weeks between the verdict and March had a particular quality.Not the waiting quality — the forward-moving quality of someone who knew what was coming and was moving toward it without urgency, the comfortable approach of a thing that was already decided and simply needed time to arrive. The Karen sentencing was scheduled for the week after Anna's visit, which felt, as Anna had said, correct. The legal chapter closing after the personal one had begun its next movement.March was six weeks away when the verdict came.It was three weeks away by the time February found its pace again.The financial services firm work was deepening. I had moved past the archaeology phase and into the reconstruction — the careful work of taking what the excavation had found and building the new language from the recovered true thing rather than from invention. The CEO had been in three of the last four sessions, which was not something I had asked for but which was, I had decided, exactly ri
Emily's POVAlexander was on the phone before I could even process what had just happened."I need a full audit of everyone who had access to the Harrison-Frost prenuptial a
Emily's POVI threw on jeans and a sweater in record time, my hands shaking as I pulled my hair into a messy ponytail. By the time I got downstairs, Alexander was already at the door, his phone pressed to his ear."I don't care what it costs, kill the story... No, I need it gone completely... Fine,
Emily's POVI woke up to the sound of my phone buzzing incessantly. Groaning, I reached for it, squinting at the bright screen.Twenty-three missed calls. Fifty-seven text m
Emily's POVI woke up with my stomach in knots.Today was the day. Dinner with Marcus Stone. The man who suspected everything and was looking for any crack in our facade.I found Alexander already in the gym on the second floor, shirtless and running on the treadmill. Sweat gleamed







