Mag-log inChapter 10Emily’s PovMorning came too fast.I barely slept, just drifted in and out of shallow dreams that felt more like flashbacks than rest. When I finally opened my eyes, the apartment was quiet. Tara had already left for her morning shift, but she’d placed a blanket over me at some point during the night.It made my chest tighten.Someone cared.Even when my own family didn’t.I sat up slowly, rubbing my face, trying to shake off the heaviness sitting on my chest. My throat still felt raw from crying. My head throbbed. I needed to breathe. I needed space. I needed to do something that wasn’t thinking about my parents, about Emma, about Nathan, about everything I’d lost all in one week.My gaze fell on my gym bag sitting halfway open by the wall. I didn’t pack much, but I had leggings and sneakers.Good enough.I needed to sweat this out, if not from my body, then from my mind.After a quick shower, I tied my hair back, grabbed Tara’s spare key, and headed out.The moment I st
Nathan’s POVMorning hit me like a slap. My head felt heavy, my mouth dry, and the guilt from last night sat right on my chest.Emma was still asleep beside me. Her back was turned, her shoulders tense even in sleep. I didn’t need a mirror to know I’d messed up badly. I slipped out of bed quietly and headed to the kitchen. Cooking wasn’t something I normally did, but I needed to do something. Anything that made me look less like the asshole I was last night.Eggs. Toast. Sausages.Basic. Safe.Something she couldn’t read too much into.I carried the tray back to the bedroom. Emma was awake now, sitting up, hair messy, eyes puffy from crying. She stared at the tray like she didn’t know what to do with it.“Breakfast,” I said. “I made it for you.”She looked at me for a long second before answering. “You don’t cook.”“I do today.”She didn’t smile. She didn’t soften. She just nodded and pulled the blanket tighter around her body. I sighed and sat at the edge of the bed. “Emma”“Don’t,
Chapter 8 Emily’s POVAfter hearing the words from my father’s mouth, it was clear that they didn’t care about me or my feelings. It hurt but I needed to hear the truth. “Both of you are dead to me, don’t ever try to contact me or else you’ll regret it,” I said with rage and a teary eye. I couldn’t let them know it got to me. They were my parents but at this moment I hated them like my enemies. I grabbed my luggage and turned towards the door. This was supposed to be my comfort zone. To get away from the drama and feel support from my family but I guess I was wrong. As I moved closer to the door with my luggage in hand, my heart felt heavier and I could practically hear it beating. I took a deep breath and held the handle of the door. Once I stepped out of the house, there was no turning back. The cold air hit my face the moment I stepped outside. It was sharp, but it still felt better than the poison I’d been breathing in that house. I stood on the porch for a moment, staring at
Chapter 7Nathan’s POVI stepped out of the shower with my towel carefully wrapped around my waist as water dripped from my very wet hair. There she was. Lying on the bed with a beautiful red silk robe. She had the eyes of a predator. The same eyes that lured me into this web of lies and deceit. She carefully took off her robe as I walked closer to her. She had sexy lingerie underneath. The type you’d only see if you were to get into the vip section at a stripper club. “You look dazzling in that,” I said in a raspy tone filled with lust and desire. “I’m all yours tonight, do with me whatever you please.” She replied, fueling my desire. I was a hungry lion and she looked like an innocent deer waiting to be devoured. I took her by the throat and guided her to my already throbbing cock. She let out a small squeal. She loved it when I was rough with her. She began rubbing her hands on my cock and before I knew it, she ripped off my towel from my waist, inserting my full length insi
The papers felt heavier in my hand than they should have. All through the trip, I told myself I was justified, that Emily had brought this on herself. But when I stood there, watching her eyes widen as the server placed the envelope before her, humiliation spreading across her face, a part of me twisted inside. It wasn’t guilt, not exactly, just the sharp sting of finality. Once I crossed this line, there would be no going back.On the flight home, she didn’t say a word. Neither did I. Her silence was worse than shouting. She sat rigid against the window, trembling like she was trying not to break in front of me. I stared at the seat in front of me, telling myself I didn’t care, that she deserved this. But the truth pressed down like the cabin air, there had been a time when she was my anchor. Now I’d turned her into my enemy.When we landed, I didn’t wait for her. I called her sister. My pulse hammered as I spoke the words, low and clipped: It’s done. I watched Emily leave. Her he
Chapter 5 Emily ~•~ My body froze as I watched Nathan and my sister whom I had sacrificed a lot for kiss passionately like they had been waiting for this moment all along. Tears streaked from my eyes. The betrayal cut deeper than stab wounds. How could they do this to me? I wiped my tears with the back of my hands, put on my sunglasses, and walked up to them. “Emma” I yelled. “How could you do this to me, your sister? How can you kiss a man who humiliated your sister?” She didn’t respond. She just stared back at me with no expression on her face. “Ma’am, would you like me to get your suitcase? You’ve been standing there for quite some time.” I snapped out of my frozen state and realized I had been imagining the confrontation. “Yes, get my suitcase for me, I’ll wait in the car.” The cab driver nodded and walked towards the jet while I walked back to the cab. There was no use confronting them. With slow steps, I turned back the way I came. My heels clicked against t







