"Woah! You did it Emerald!" Emerald's coach was so happy that she beat her record yesterday. Her team was rooting for her to qualify for the main race. They were confident that she could achieve it. "Let's call it a day. See you tomorrow," Sean said to Emerald before leaving. He was in a hurry to leave as he needed to catch up and pick his wife from work. "Bye, Emerald," Jonas, Shannon's cousin, bade his goodbye and grabbed Shannon's wrist as if he was afraid that Shannon would blurt out unnecessary things. "See you tomorrow," Emerald replied, Jonas gave a thumbs up. Emerald took off her helmet and left the cockpit simulator. She felt the need to have a shower first before leaving as she was sweaty after hours of rigorous practice. Ready to leave the center, she went down to the parking area and rode her car. Nearly an hour, she arrived at her apartment complex. In a good mood that all was going well with her training and practice, Emerald hummed a song as she strolled from h

How could his father force a marriage to him that he didn't like? Clayton, a person who was stubborn as a mule, when pressed to do something, usually turned unbending, but this situation was an exception. Meaning to say, he liked Emerald. He was just too afraid to get invested in a relationship. He was afraid Emerald would leave him in the end just like Charlotte. So to save his ego, Clayton made her sign a divorce paper on the day of their first anniversary. This time he wasn't abandoned but the one who left first. "To say sorry… for all the pain I inflicted…" He paused reflectively. "I'm guilty… because of our child." Emerald wanted to teach him a lesson for hurting her so she discarded the thought of telling him the truth. She's got to give him a taste of his own medicine."Emerald, my conscience is bothered and please let me make it up to you. I want us to be friends."The fear of rejection overwhelmed Clayton, in the end he drew back from declaring his love for her and ple

Clayton nodded without correcting Tyson, his driver. His response irritated Emerald and she glared at Clayton but he just shrugged his shoulders. Emerald was about to open her mouth to correct him but Tyson walked around the car to the driver's side. Totally piqued, Emerald did not look at Clayton all through the trip. It's not her style to mislead others and let them think that she and Clayton were together again. After her broken marriage, Emerald learned to differentiate between fantasy and reality. Back then, when she married Clayton, she lived in the world of fantasy. Firmly believing that if she puts effort into their marriage and be a good wife, Clayton will love her back. Now that she had broken free from that delusion, she dared not think that Clayton realized that he fell for her and wanted her back in his life. She isn't an assuming woman. Just because Clayton was treating her well doesn't mean that he loves her. She knew where she stood in Clayton's life and she had

Tyson's eyes opened wide in shock. He didn't know that Clayton and Emerald were divorced. What he knew was that there had been misunderstanding between Clayton and Emerald which prompted Emerald to run away. Sweat broke out on Tyson's back. The tension in the car was nearly suffocating Tyson.Remaining morosely silent, Clayton tugged irritably at his tie, untied and unwound it, and pulled it. Emerald trained her eyes outside, refusing to look at Clayton. 'This is the last time she's going to let Clayton pick her up.' Alarmed as he sensed that Emerald was erecting an invisible wall between them, Clayton thought of ways to stop her. If he fails to stop her from building a barrier that would prevent him from getting close to her, the schism between the two of them will widen. He couldn't bear to lose her forever. "How old are you when you start having an interest in car racing?" Clayton asked,

Blood trickled down, staining the tiled floor. His executives exclaimed simultaneously in shock. "Mr Strong!" They were having meals celebrating after signing a billion dollar contract with the largest company in Norkle City. The jovial mood inside the room became bleak and gloomy. A doctor came a few minutes later. And immediately, tended his injury. His face was impassive, but something volatile was contained in the stillness. The executives dared not to make noises. "We're going back to Westfield tonight, get the plane ready," Clayton barked to his assistant after his hand was wrapped in a bandage. "But, we still have to meet the Hastings Inc. representative, tomorrow," Constantine said. "Let Maxwell do it," Clayton stood up, Constantine shook his head. Meanwhile, back at Westfield in Emerald's apartment. "Red, if you do that next time, I will throw you out of my apartment," Emerald was exasperated. What if Clayton misunderstood and thought that she and Red were doing some