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EMILY’S POVThe next morning arrived slowly, dragging the weight of a long, restless night behind it. I hadn’t slept, not really. I had tried to close my eyes, but every time I did, my thoughts spiraled into every dark possibility.Every time Florida shifted in her sleep or made a sound, I sat up straight, my heart hammering. I couldn’t let my guard down, not with Denise still hovering around, pretending to be a mother.She had stayed in the hospital too, though her commitment was nothing but a performance. She had fallen asleep in the waiting area shortly after midnight, curled in a blanket like someone completely at peace. I watched her through the ward glass.Peaceful sleep wasn’t something that should belong to someone who had treated her child the way she did. Meanwhile, I sat at Florida’s bedside, watching her chest rise and fall, brushing strands of hair from her forehead, whispering soft reassurances she couldn’t hear.I kept asking myself one question: How did we get here?Fr

EMILY'S POVDo I have a double life?No. No, I don’t.But standing here, with my back still pressed against the cold metal rail, the sky stretching out behind me and death literally breathing on my neck, I feel like a stranger to myself. Maybe that’s what she wants, to push me to the edge until I forget who I am.I can see death staring right at me. It’s not a metaphor. It’s not poetic. It’s real. Tangible. Palpable. I am seconds away from falling, my body crashing onto the concrete floor below, bones breaking, life fading.The way she’s gripping me, the look in her eyes, the way her hands tremble with rage, I’m almost shaking hands with death.But I won’t show it.No matter how terrified I feel inside, no matter how much my heart thuds like a hammer trying to burst through my chest I won’t show her my fear.She wants to see me crack. She wants me to cry. To beg. To scream for help. She wants me to plead with her to spare my life so she can feel in control, so she can pretend she’s Go

EMILY’S POVThe moment I stepped into my house, I felt the familiar wave of silence wrap around me. For the first time all day, I was alone in my space. The weight of the rooftop conversation and the hospital visit had pressed deep into my chest, and now that I was home, I felt it heavier than ever.I went straight to the fridge and pulled out two bottles of cold water. My throat was parched, but my mind was louder than my thirst. I twisted the cap off one and took several gulps until the plastic bottle crumpled slightly in my grip.Letting out a loud, shaky breath, I leaned against the fridge door. My heart thudded. I didn’t want to think, but thoughts were flying at me like darts. I blinked rapidly and tried to focus on something else.I returned to the living room where Mara was sitting, scrolling through her phone. I handed her the second bottle of water, and she looked up with a soft smile.“Thank you,” she said, her voice gentle, almost like she knew I needed kindness right now.

EMILY’S POV The moment I stepped into the restaurant, I spotted them right away. Denise and Florida were already seated by the glass window at a cozy corner. Florida sat beside her mother, legs swinging slightly beneath the chair as she hummed a tune softly. Denise looked up at the exact moment I began walking toward them. “Good afternoon,” I greeted politely as I approached their table. Florida turned at the sound of my voice, and the moment her eyes met mine, she jumped off her seat and ran toward me. Her little arms wrapped tightly around my waist as she buried her head against me. “Emily!” she said with a big smile, her voice bright and sweet like music. 

EMILY'S POV "You heard me clearly. Are you disappointed?" Camille asked again, staring at me with that smug grin glued to her face. I scoffed and narrowed my eyes at her. Her question, repeated so calmly yet soaked in venom, made something twist in my chest. She wanted a reaction. She wanted to draw blood. She wants a tantrum from me. "And why exactly should I be disappointed?" I asked, folding my arms across my chest as I looked directly at her. "Because all of this is not happening to you," she replied, not missing a beat. "He is not getting married to you. I am the one wearing the ring. And now, I am carrying his child. He chose me, Emily. He chose me over you and you're left with nothing. You don't have luck once it comes to man. Ethan's Ex-wife is back for good wi