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Chapter 1

EMILY’S POVEverything looks perfect. I made chicken, garlic butter vegetables, mashed potatoes and other things I know Carlos will love. My hands can’t seem to stop trembling as I arrange the table. I smooth down the linen napkins for the third time, adjust the candles, and glance at the clock. Carlos’s flight landed two hours ago, and he should be walking through that door any minute now.I inhale deeply, trying my best to calm myself. Yesterday, when the doctor said the words, “You’re pregnant,” I’d sat frozen for a moment, blinking back tears of disbelief and joy. It must have happened during that night—the one time Carlos had let his guard down. The night he had been drunk. It was the first time we had sex.For a year, I’ve dreamed of moments like this. A family with Carlos. A real chance at love. Maybe...just maybe, this news will be the start of something beautiful between us. This marriage started as a contract but I hope the news of my pregnancy will make Carlos realize that

Chapter 2

EMILY’S POVThe sunlight rays filter through the curtains as I stir awake. For a brief moment, everything feels right—perfect even. I feel content. In that moment, I’m blissfully unaware of everything else—but then I shift. The gentle warmth of Carlos' arm around me tightens as I stir, as if he doesn’t want to let go. The familiar scent of his skin fills my senses, and for a split second, I allow myself to enjoy the feeling. I’m warm and safe, nestled in Carlos’s arms. His breath is soft against my hair. His body radiates a heat I’ve come to crave more than I’d like to admit. I feel perfect in his arms. It’s almost like we were made for each other.This is what I’ve always wanted: to wake up next to him, to feel like I belong here. To be a perfect married couple. I want our mornings to be like this all the time.But as soon as the thought crosses my mind, I feel sad again and my chest tightens painfully. The joy isgone before it even has a chance to settle. He isn’t mine. Maybe he ne

Chapter 3

EMILY’S POVThe kettle whistles on the stove as I sit across from my grandmother at her small kitchen table. I just had to see her. Her presence is the only thing that can calm me down in this moment. I’ve always found solace in this house—the way it smells, the way the sunlight filters through the lace curtains and the way her cute little snacks taste. But today, even this place can’t stop the sadness I feel.“Emily,” my grandmother says softly, setting a plate of cookies on the table. “You’ve been staring at the same spot for minutes now. What’s wrong, darling?”I force a smile, though it feels like my face might crack from the effort. “Nothing’s wrong, Nana. Just a lot on my mind, that’s all.”She tilts her head, studying me with those intense eyes of hers. “You’re not a good liar, sweetheart. Never have been. Now, tell me. What’s troubling you?”I take the cup of tea she pours for me and wrap my hands around it. For a moment, I’m tempted to tell her everything—to lay it all out an

Chapter 4

EMILY’S POVThe clock on the wall ticks louder than usual this night. Each second feels like an eternity as I sit on the couch, staring at my phone. It’s late, much later than usual and Carlos hasn’t come home. My mind keeps circling back to the same thought. Lina.She’s back. She’s the reason he wants a divorce. They just be together. I’m sure of it.I can’t help but imagine two of them together, laughing and catching up on old times. I imagine how the spark must have ignited again when they first saw each other after years of being apart. Truly, men never forget their first love.I close my eyes, trying to forget about it. Still, all I can picture is two of them together – kissing, touching each other, whispering how much they love each other.The thought alone is like a knife twisting in my chest. I rub my arms, trying to shake the chill that has nothing to do with the temperature. He’s probably with her. Maybe they’re having dinner. Maybe he’s holding her the way he used to hold m

Chapter 5

It’s late afternoon when I find myself sitting in my grandmother’s cozy living room again. Today is Carlos’ birthday and I’m sure he’ll be spending it with Lina. Where else will he spend it? definitely, not with me. "You've been coming here a lot lately," she says as she looks at me "Not that I don’t enjoy your company, but it’s unlike you. Has something happened?"For a moment, I pause. Trust my grandma to always see through me.I force a smile and shake my head. "Nothing’s happened, Grandma. I just miss being here with you."I wonder if she notices I’m lying. I don’t tell her about the nausea that disturbs me due to the pregnancy or the fact that I’ve barely eaten since yesterday. I don’t tell her how the mere thought of being alone in that cold, empty house feels unbearable right now.We settle into our game, and for a while, the world feels smaller, simpler—just me and her and a deck of cards. Being with her always makes me feel better."You’re terrible at this," she teases with

Chapter 6

EMILY’S POVI rush back to my room with my heart pounding in my chest. The moment the door shuts behind me, I turn the lock, sealing myself away from him. Carlos's footsteps echo in the hallway as he follows, and within seconds, he’s on the other side of the door, knocking."Emily, open the door," he demands. His voice is filled with so much concern it makes my chest ache.I press my back against the wood. My hands shake as I struggle to calm my fast breathing. He can't take me to the hospital. He can't find out."Emily, what the hell is going on?" His voice hardens. "You were throwing up. You nearly collapsed. I need to take you to get checked."I swallow hard. I can't let him know. He can't find out that I'm pregnant.I think of an excuse.Think of a lie, Emily. Think of a lie.I wrack my head, trying to come up with something. My breathing gets heavier by the second."I just ate something bad," I call out, trying to sound casual, but my voice wavers. "I'll be fine after some rest."

Chapter 7

EMILY’S POVI sit anxiously on the examination table. My heart is pounding against my ribs as I clutch my phone. Carlos had stepped out to pick up more of the prescribed medicine, leaving me with a small window of time. Without hesitation, I quickly text Helen.Emily: Come to the examination room. Now. Urgent.A few minutes later, Helen rushes in. Her expression is laced with concern. As soon as I see her, I exhale in relief and pull her into a tight hug."Okay, spill," she says, pulling back to look me over. "What’s the big fuss about?"I hesitate. The nerves are still twisting in my stomach. I bite my lip, knowing there’s no way around it. I have to tell her."Helen... I’m pregnant."Her eyes widen in shock before a squeal escapes her lips. She jumps up and down in excitement, grabbing my hands and squeezing them tightly. "Oh my god! Emily, that’s amazing! I can’t believe it!""Shhh!" I hiss, looking toward the door in panic. "Please, Helen, keep it down."She presses a hand over her

Chapter 8

EMILY’S POV The tension in the car is thick enough to suffocate me. Carlos sits beside me with his arms crossed and his jaw tight. His entire presence radiates frustration. The driver navigates through the city streets in silence, but the tension inside the vehicle is impossible to ignore. "Do you have some kind of problem with me, Emily?" Carlos finally speaks. His voice is low and firm. I glance at him with my eyebrows furrowing. "Excuse me?" His dark eyes burn into mine. "You’ve been distant. Cold. Like I did something wrong." He exhales sharply, shaking his head. "If you have some dissatisfaction with me, say it outright." I can’t help but laugh bitterly. I have been holding this in for too long. "You really don’t see it, do you?" I say. My voice is laced with exhaustion. "Carlos, you’re the one who asked for a divorce. But you act like I’m the one at fault. How does that make sense?" His jaw tightens further. I also notice his fingers drumming against his knee. "That’s no

Chapter 9

EMILY’S POVI look up to see the person who came all of a sudden to block this stranger’s path. Justin.I’m surprised to see him. Justin is Carlos’ best friend. What’s he doing here?I freeze as I look at him. My grip tightens around my spoon. His expression is nothing like the friendly Justin I know. His usually calm demeanor is replaced with a look of barely contained anger. His eyes flick between me and the man."Emily," he says in a hard tone. "What the hell do you think you’re doing?"I blink at him, confused. "Excuse me?"Justin crosses his arms. From the look in his eyes, I could tell he was judging me…hard. "How could you sit here and have dinner with another man?” he says.“What do you mean?” I say in confusion “What are you even doing here?”“I came here to get lunch for myself. To my surprise, I saw you sitting with this guy over here. How could you do this? You’re here having fun while Carlos has been drowning himself in alcohol for days because of you. Don’t you feel gu

Chapter 10

EMILY’S POVThe car ride home is tense. It’s filled with the heavy scent of alcohol as Carlos sways beside me, his body radiating heat. His fingers brush against mine, tentative at first, but then he grips my hand as if clinging to something solid in his drunken haze.I sigh, gently pulling away, but he’s persistent.“Emily,” he mumbles. His head lolls to the side, landing heavily on my shoulder.I stiffen. “Carlos, sit up,” I murmur, nudging him, but he only groans in protest.I glance at his face. He looks flushed from the alcohol, and I can’t help but feel worried about him. He never drinks this much. Could it be because he had an argument with Lina? Or was it because of our last fight?When he leans in again, I don’t push him away this time. I let him rest against me, feeling his warmth, his presence. My heart clenches at the memory of better days, when this closeness wasn’t so complicated.By the time we arrive at the house, Carlos is barely able to stand. I drape his arm over my

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