เข้าสู่ระบบSTEVEN“Mr Riorson, the annual industry conference is coming up next week,” Alexander spoke from the front seat as we rode back to my house. “It’s drawing quite a bit of attention this year because they are allowing smaller companies as well”I couldn’t bring myself to be interested so I answered flatly. “Sure. Let them know that I will be attending”He nodded, and continued to tap away on his tablet. “I have sent the details to your email. The event will happen for three days and you don’t have to attend them all. A day would suffice”The house was quiet as always when I entered.I used to pride myself in this place. It was the house I had bought with hopes of it being for my family, but it didn’t feel like a home despite me having one.Maybe it had been when I just married Bianca, but now, it was just a place where people resided under the same roof.I loosened my tie slightly as I walked in, but I stopped when I heard voices in the living room.Bianca.A frown appeared on my face a
EMILIAI stared at Tommy, unable to answer his question. His behavior was unsettling. Something about him felt off.Tommy had always been easy, warm, and safe in a way that was familiar. He never demanded anything from me. Never pushed, but today, he was different.I didn’t understand why he was pressuring me like this. I studied him for a little time before I answered.“What does this have to do with anything?” I asked.His gaze didn’t waver. “It has everything to do with it.”“I appreciate your concern, but this is none of your business." I turned to leave, but he rushed forward and grabbed my arm.“Emilia.” I ripped my hand from his hold.“What is it? Why do you keep pushing? This has nothing to do with you." My voice was hostile when it spoke, and Tommy was stunned for a bit. I had never spoken to him like this before.He sighed and stepped back. “I’m sorry. I was too harsh. I didn’t mean it like that. I was just worried. You know a lot happened before you settled here. I don’t wa
EMILIA“I find it hard to believe that you aren’t going to be working today." I lifted my head from the stove to stare at Sunny as she lounged lazily on the couch while munching chips.“Why? It’s the weekend, and weekends are for resting."She snorted. “That doesn’t apply to you," she reminded. “Ever since we came here, all you do is study and then work.”“Well…”She scoffed. “You know I’m not lying.” She sat up, her face turning solemn. “But seriously, Emi. I get you want to make sure Lily never lacks anything, but I want you to have fun as well. You are still young."“This is enough fun for me," I told her with a grin, trying to make sure my thoughts didn’t wander where they shouldn’t. “As long as Lily is happy, I am okay."For the past five years, I have rebuilt my life after leaving everything behind. I couldn’t risk letting anything take this happiness I had struggled to fight and get for myself.Sunny looked like she wanted to argue, but a knock interrupted her.Lily, who I thou
EMILIA“I don’t recall working without one," I answered. “Or as a businessman, are you saying you never stick to time and are okay if the people you work with come to the office whenever they like?”His brow ticked, and I expected a rebuttal, but he smirked. “Interesting”“No. I’m just efficient and have a lot of work to do rather than waste time waiting for someone who doesn’t care for simple decency."This wasn’t me. I didn’t understand why he was grating on my nerves.“You don’t need to be so hostile with words, Ms. Jones.” He said, taking a seat. “Let’s proceed."I knew I should have refused the consultation after that introduction. Cole was a difficult person to work with.He challenged everything and questioned every recommendation I made like it was an insult to who he was, but I didn’t get this far by letting entitled rich brats walk over me.I pushed back with everything I had. By the end of the consultation, Cole’s smug expression had been wiped and was replaced with barely
EMILIALily was sprawled across the rug, talking to herself as she played out a scene with her two dolls in a serious argument.“No, you can’t go there,” she said firmly, wagging a tiny finger. “Because I said so."I paused by the kitchen counter, my mug to my lips and a smile on my face as I watched her endearingly.Her hair was a mess of soft curls that refused to be tamed no matter how hard I tried.Lily had my face. Anyone who saw us would know I birthed that amazing but stubborn little girl, but her eyes? They were his.“Lily,” I called.“Yes, Mommy?” she answered without looking up, fully committed to playing out the scene with her dolls, which I was yet to understand.“Shoes. Now."A long, dramatic sigh escaped her. “Why do you always ruin the best part, Mommy?” she whined.“I know, right? Why do I do that?” I replied with a roll of my eyes.That finally got her attention as she looked up just as a giggle escaped her mouth, showing a beautiful gummy smile. “You are funny, Mummy
STEVENFIVE YEARS LATERThe sound of the cup hitting the table sliced through the silence, disrupting the quiet morning.“Are you going to keep pretending that I don’t exist?”I didn’t look up from the tablet in my hand even though the numbers were blurred.“Good morning to you too, Bianca.""Don't," she hissed. “Don’t pretend that everything is normal between us."I finally looked up. “What do you want?”“I’m tired, Steven," Bianca practically screamed. Her hands moved fast, swiping down the contents of the table to the floor. “How long am I going to keep living like this?”“Is there anything wrong with your life?” I finally looked up.She looked at me with disbelief. “I can’t believe you. Do you think I’m overreacting right now? You haven’t touched me in five years, Steven. Five.” She screamed at me. “Is that normal? Answer me?”I winced, her voice too loud for the headache I was currently battling. “Let’s talk about it…”“Another time?” She sneered, completing my sentence for me. “
EMILIAI sat up with a loud gasp as a painful cramp twisted my abdomen. My hand pressed flat against my stomach, as panic wrapped around me.“No,” I whispered, my heart pounding as the pain faded to a dull ache.I threw the sheets back, checking for any sign that my baby was in danger, but I couldn
STEVENThe door had barely closed before Bianca started. I walked towards the glass windows with my back to her and let her complaints wash over me the way I had learned to deal with people like her.It was a skill I had spent most of my life perfecting.“I told you that I wasn’t comfortable with y
EMILIAMy alarm buzzed at five-thirty, pulling me from a dream where everything had been pleasures and rough hands – Steven’s hands – before everything shattered.I slapped the alarm clock silent – don’t say why I still use a manual clock when I have my phone – and lay in bed for a moment, holding
EMILIA“So?” Tommy asked, a brow raised.“Fine.” I finally agreed and fought back the smile trying to show as he grinned. “But I won’t stay long."He looked like he could barely contain his smile, which finally made me let go of mine. “I’ll take what I can get."Tommy took me to a small place that







