Lahat ng Kabanata ng My Unfaithful Lover: Kabanata 41 - Kabanata 50

EMMA'S POVWhen Simeon and I arrived at the restaurant, the serene environment eased some of the tension between us. It was quiet and cool, the kind of place where you could have a meaningful conversation without distractions. We placed our orders, and soon enough, the food arrived. For a while, everything seemed normal. We ate in silence, savoring the calmness of the moment. Then, Simeon suddenly stopped eating, his fork hanging mid-air as if he had just remembered something important.“So, you know that Veronica wants me to believe that you had something to do with my stabbing?” he asked, his tone calm but serious.I froze, unsure of what to say at first. “What?” I finally managed, shocked by his words.“She told me that you knew about it,” he added, his voice filled with doubt.I leaned back in my chair, shaking my head in disbelief. “Do you know she got me arrested, Simeon? My arrest bought her enough time to move you out of the hospital before I could do anything,” I said, my voi

SIMEON'S POV It had been six days since the news broke. The headlines were brutal: “Simeon Grant: The Thief in a Suit.” Everywhere I turned, people whispered, stared, or outright accused me. My wealth, once admired, was now questioned. Was everything I had earned tainted? Daniel had managed to weaponize the truth and manipulate the narrative to turn New York against me.I couldn’t even blame him entirely. Ninety percent of what he said was true. He laid it all out, sparing no detail. Daniel explained how he transferred his properties to Veronica to shield them during his messy divorce with Emma. He even exposed how Veronica refused to return his assets once their arrangement ended. The public ate it up, especially since rumors about Veronica’s sudden control over Trenton Corp had been swirling for weeks. Now, they had their answer, and I was the scapegoat.That night, as I sat on Judith's couch, my phone rang. It was Emma. Her name on the screen sent a wave of guilt through me. After

EMMA'S POV“Daniel, it can’t be possible. You cheated on me, Daniel. How are you expecting me to live with that?” I asked, my voice trembling with anger and pain. He was sitting across from me on the couch, his head down like a guilty child.Daniel let out a long sigh, rubbing his palms together nervously. “Emma, I know what I did was wrong — terribly wrong. But you have to understand, Veronica… she kind of charmed me. It wasn’t entirely my fault,” he said, his voice heavy with guilt.I scoffed. “Oh, so now you’re blaming Veronica? Did she force you to transfer the ownership documents under her name? Tell me, Daniel. Did she?”He shook his head slowly, avoiding my gaze. “No, she didn’t. I was selfish, Emma. I thought I was protecting myself, but I’ve learned my lesson. I’ve learned the hard way.”I couldn’t believe his words. The nerve to sit here and try to justify his betrayal infuriated me. I stood up, my arms crossed over my chest. “Daniel, I love Simeon. We are dating now,” I sai

SIMEON'S POVIt’s been over two weeks now, and I haven’t stepped out of Judith’s apartment. Ever since the situation with Daniel blew up, hiding here has been my only option. To be fair, Judith has been taking care of me. She makes sure I eat well, and she keeps me occupied in bed, though that part doesn’t compare to the first time I was with Emma. But aside from all that, the outside world has become a nightmare for me. Every single one of my social media accounts is flooded with abusive messages. People now call me a “thief in a suit.” I thought staying quiet would help the situation die down, but I was wrong. The hate keeps growing.The only reason I haven’t been physically attacked is that no one knows where I’m hiding. Everyone in New York seems to be asking the same question: When will Simeon return Trenton Corp to Daniel? Judith suggested I hand the company back to him, but doing so would only prove to the world that I stole it in the first place. None of this would’ve happened

EMMA'S POV “Can we take things slow?” I asked, unsure of how Daniel would react. I saw the flicker of disappointment in his eyes, but then he smiled, masking his true feelings.“Yes, we can,” he said calmly, and to my surprise, the entire restaurant erupted in applause.He sat back down and reached for my hand, his touch warm and reassuring. “Thank you, Emma,” he said softly. I nodded, smiling faintly, though I knew he hadn’t expected me to say that.Dinner ended soon after, and we both walked back to his car. The drive to my house was quiet, almost peaceful. As the car stopped in front of my house, Daniel leaned closer, his intentions clear. I instinctively moved back, creating a gap between us.“You promised we’d take things slow,” I reminded him, meeting his gaze.“I’m sorry,” he said, his voice sincere. I stepped out of the car, my heels clicking against the pavement.“I’ll come to pick you up tomorrow,” he said before I could fully leave.I stopped and turned back slightly. “Alr