Entangled with my sister's ex のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 21 - チャプター 30

Emma's POVThe minutes felt like hours as we waited for the ambulance to arrive. I clung to Nicholas's hand, feeling the heat radiate off his fevered skin, desperately praying to the Moon Goddess for mercy. “Please, let him be okay. Please.”James and Susan hovered nearby, their faces reflecting my anxiety. It was a shared burden, but I felt the weight of it most acutely. I was the nurse. I should have seen this coming. I should have done more.Finally, after what felt like an eternity but was really only a few minutes, the wail of the ambulance siren pierced the tense silence. Relief washed over me, but it was tinged with the harsh bite of reality. This wasn’t over yet.Two paramedics rushed into the room, their expressions professional but urgent. I stepped back, giving them space to work, my heart pounding in my chest. “What happened?” one of them asked, laying a hand on Nicholas's head to check his vitals."He's been running a high fever," I explained quickly. "We think he might b

Emma's POV The dim light of Nicholas's hospital room provided only a slight comfort against the passing hours' heaviness. Nicholas lay motionless on the bed, a silent testament to the battle he was waging within himself. I sat beside him, every fibre of my being focused on willing him to open his eyes. The rhythmic beeping of the machines was the only sound, a cruel reminder that time was slipping away. I was lost in thought when a soft knock at the door brought me back to the present. James entered, carrying a bag of clothes. “I thought you might need a change,” he said, gently placing the bag on the chair next to me. “Thank you, James,” I replied, my voice barely audible. “I’ll be back in a few minutes.” I grabbed the bag and walked towards the hospital restroom. Once inside, I opened the bag to discover a lovely, casual dress and some toiletries. James had thought of everything. Quickly changing, I felt a momentary sense of relief at being in fresh clothes. As I was about to

Emma's POV The past few days had been an emotional rollercoaster. Nicholas had been in the hospital longer than expected, and I couldn’t shake off the anxiety gnawing at me. Every time I asked James why Nicholas didn’t want to see me, his answers were frustratingly vague, just insisting that Nicholas needed time alone. The uncertainty gnawed at me, making me worry that he was planning to fire me and that I was letting my family down yet again. The sun was setting, casting an orange hue over Nicholas's vast living room as I sat on his plush couch, attempting to distract myself with a book. The creak broke the cozy silence of the front door opening. My heart leapt at the thought of James returning with the news. Instead, James walked in with Nicholas following closely behind in his wheelchair. My book fell from my hands as I jumped up, my heart pounding. “Nicholas!” The words flew out faster than I could control. “I’m so sorry. I promise I won’t mess up again. Please don’t fire m

Nicholas's POV The moment Emma left the room, I let out a ragged breath I didn't know I had been holding. My mind was an absolute mess. I couldn't believe I had kissed her, yet the warmth of her lips still haunted mine. I clenched my fists, trying to ground myself, but the memory of that kiss kept flooding back. *James, * I mind-linked my Beta, my best friend, the one person who always knew how to help me find my bearings. *I need you. * Within minutes, there was a knock at my door. Without waiting for my answer, James walked in, his usually carefree demeanour replaced with concern. "Is everything okay, Alpha?" I sighed, running a hand through my hair and before I knew it, words escaped my mouth. "I messed up, James. I kissed her." For a moment, James said nothing. His eyes studied me, understanding flashing across his features. He pulled a chair over and sat down across from me. "I’m not surprised," he began slowly. "You can't ignore your feelings forever, Nicholas." "What

Nicholas's POV The room grew colder as Lena's words hung heavily in the air. "Pregnant," she had said as if the word itself could fix everything broken between us. My thoughts twisted in a chaotic whirlwind. How could I trust her? Lena had shattered any semblance of honesty we once had. Yet here she was, uttering something I had yearned to hear for so long, but it felt like a cruel joke or a desperate ploy to reclaim some twisted version of our past. "Lena," I managed, my voice strained under the weight of disbelief. "How can you be sure?" "I just know, Nicholas," she insisted, taking a step closer. Her eyes pleaded, but the sincerity behind them was clouded by years of deceit. "You can have tests done if that will make you believe me. I'll do whatever it takes." My mind darted from one thought to another. I needed time. Time to think, to process, to clear my head from the fog of betrayal Lena had cloaked me in. "I need some time," I said, more firmly this time. "Just... give m