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Gregory’s POVI took the first flight that morning, even knowing Edward was back and his inauguration as president would happen that afternoon. I traveled alongside Mason, who was confident he had found Emma.It made perfect sense for her to be in England, the land where Edward had lived his entire life. I had to admit that Mason had been faster than expected.“You seem eager to find your woman,” came a provocative whisper in my ear.I glared at him with disdain as Mason laughed, mocking me.“How could I not be eager? I need to make Emma pay for what she did as soon as possible.”Mason shrugged, and his expression made it clear he didn’t believe me. Over the past few days, several theories about my supposed interest in Emma have emerged, both from Mason and Alya herself. No one could accept that I needed to find her to reclaim what was mine, even if it meant doing so by force.“I heard Edward is taking over the presidency today,” he teased me again. “What difference will it make if Em

POV: GregoryOne hour later, I was standing in front of the police station, surrounded by journalists pointing their microphones at me. What did they want me to say? That I was responsible for the explosion? If I told the truth, no one would believe me.My hunt for Emma was becoming far too dangerous, and I questioned during the drive whether it was even worth it. Edward’s words lingered in my mind—there had to be a bigger reason than just recovering an inheritance that was no longer mine. I owed myself an explanation as to why I wanted Emma by my side.I walked into the chief’s office and only then realized how disheveled I looked. My reflection in the mirror startled me. My beard had overgrown, and my hair was messy. I was a far cry from the handsome and charming man I once was. Since Grandpa’s death and Emma’s disappearance, my life had never been the same.I sat down under the watchful eyes, but it was someone else’s presence that caught my attention. Edward entered the room with

I remember only entering the house and then waking up in my room, with Edward by my side. My head spun like a top and cracked like an exploding bomb as I startled myself by getting up so quickly.“Don’t strain yourself, Emma,” Edward’s hand reached out, touching my shoulders and forcing me to lie down again. “I called a doctor to take care of you.”Still with my eyes closed, I questioned how I had ended up there and how Edward had arrived so quickly. But I couldn’t say anything; I could only think about the life and safety of the child I was expecting. I needed to ensure nothing happened to him.“You shouldn’t have gone out alone,” Edward said again. He ran a hand over his face and cast a worried look at me. “I was told you arrived here very disoriented and faint. What happened? Did someone hurt you?”He touched my hand, but I pulled it back. Should I really trust Edward? My head was now so confused that I didn’t know what to do anymore. I knew Gregory was being accused of blowing up

POV GregoryI was hungover that morning. It had been a few days since I last went to work. Having to go to the company and knowing that all the orders directed at me would come from Edward made me want to give up on everything. I had never felt so weak, so incapable.I never imagined that Emma’s absence would wreak such havoc on my life and consequently on my decisions.But I decided to go to work that morning. I got up, took a long shower, and got ready. The reflection in the mirror was as bad as it could be, but I dragged myself to the car and drove to the towering building in the city center. I was being watched; every morning, I noticed a black car parked a few meters from my house. I realized it when I paid attention to the license plate—it was always the same. That morning, the car sat in the same spot. They were cops; I knew it because I’d seen documentaries on TV about cases like this.Edward was certainly paying the cops well to keep an eye on me, and I knew that any move I m

POV GregoryA persistent bead of sweat rolled down my forehead for the third time. It was only then that I realized I had been standing in the same spot, under the blazing sun of that morning, lost and thinking about everything Emma had told me.A car honked loudly behind me. Across the street, a woman pointed her phone at me, taking pictures. Soon, someone would plaster that photo somewhere, highlighting my downfall. I had to drag myself out of the way to avoid being run over. Still dazed, I returned to the building—directionless, hopeless, and completely disheartened.What was Emma doing to me? Why did I feel this way about her? The audacity shocked me; her words still struck me. My vulnerability to her shocked me. After all, I had never wanted to marry her. I had bought her like an object and used her to achieve my goals.I never cared about Emma, but her request for a divorce has numbed me, robbing me of sleep day and night.“Are you okay, Gregory?” A woman’s voice resonated behin