The Unwritten Secret

Flashback Emily stood shamefully outside Broadway Pediatric Hospital’s gate on a cold night, gently caressing her baby in her arms. Puffy eyes, fever, and sore throat, that was what she got for crying endlessly the day before. She glanced to see if she was alone. When she was certain, she returned her attention to her baby, who was currently staring innocently at her. Emily forced a smile, not realizing her eyes were already holding up a lot of tears, waiting patiently to fall. It seemed her little angel had some kind of baby intuition as he immediately started crying—harder than he ever had. “It's okay.. it's okay,” Emily's voice was soft but barely audible. Her baby wasn't cooperating, prompting her to sway him slowly. Still, he kept shedding more tears. Helplessly, she joined him. “I'm sorry, my little pumpkin,” she said faintly. “Mommy just has to do this.” Her baby might have understood what she said as his cries became stronger and stronger, causing Emily to cling to

Rex's voice echoed as he stood a few meters away from Emily. His voice possessed an aura that made the activities around him stop. It was uncommon to see Rex Hale yelling at someone in the lobby. Even staff members and clients gave sneaky glances at the scene that was about to happen. Emily stood still with wide eyes. She had learned one thing in her job:always be ready for embarrassment, it didn't matter what form it came in. Instantly, the receptionist ran to Rex. She hadn't anticipated Rex being the one to come. “Forgive me, sir,” said the receptionist with a respectful bow. “She just started asking questions about you.” She didn't dare look at Rex's face. Without a word, Rex moved past the receptionist and stood directly in front of Emily, who had chosen today to get on his nerves. “Answer me.” His voice was traced with anger. Camilla, Rex's personal assistant, noticed the tension and moved closer to him. “People are staring,” she whispered. Rex blocked her off with one h

The past two days have been the absolute worst for Emily. She wasted the first day angry at Carol for putting her in this difficult situation, at Rex for giving her a conditional ‘yes’, and lastly, at Camilla for being a bitch. The second day was much tougher. She had returned to Carol, desperate to make her see reason and to explain how this was affecting her. “I'm stuck, Carol. It hasn't even been a week since you gave me this job, yet I'm slowly losing my mind. Rex asked me to—” “It doesn't matter what he asked of you, Emily,” Carol had cut in, “If it doesn't involve a corpse, you do as he says.” Emily had left Carol's office, regretting ever going back. Now, today being the third and final day, Emily was about to make a decision she most certainly would resent. She raised her hand and flagged down a cab. Ten minutes later, Emily got off to her stop at Fifth Avenue—Rex’s company address. Right after she got out of the cab, a familiar voice called her. “Emily.” It was Re

“Barely arrived and you've already let whoever that was know you're here.” Rex growled right after Emily had ended the call.Prior to this, he had made it clear—nothing about him was to go to the media. The last thing he wanted was to wake up and see his name on gossip blogs.Emily swallowed hard, “That was my younger sister,” she informed him.In spite of that, Rex wasn't wholly comfortable knowing she had informed anyone at all.“You trust her not to run her mouth? Just like she did on that call?” Rex demanded.Recognizing Rex had listened to their conversation, a hint of embarrassment showed on Emily's face.Although Ava had her curiosities, she wasn't one to speak carelessly, not when cautioned.“She knows this isn't supposed to get out. I only told her for my safety.”Emily had no idea that her words hurt Rex's pride.He fell silent for a second before he said, “So you're saying I could harm you? Or that my home isn’t secure enough?” “No, that's not what I meant. It's just norma

What on earth was she doing out here? She was supposed to be home, wasn't she? Especially with Drew due back any minute now.Was a store run more important than that?The issue wasn't about the shopping itself—it was about the timing. The fact that she'd gone off on her own when her priority was his son.Rex wondered if it was because of his indulgence that morning.He shouldn't have let her get too comfortable. This was exactly why he didn't do ‘nice’—people took advantage the moment you showed it.Emily was oblivious to Rex's presence. Subsequent to picking out a few toys, she paid, and hurried out of the store.Upon Emily's return, Drew was already there. The butler had assisted him in changing clothes—now he was having lunch.Although he was just four, Drew was different from other preschoolers.He enjoyed having his own space—though it was often misinterpreted as attitude by his past nannies and even his teachers at school.It barely felt like a kid lived here. In contrast to ot