Semua Bab BENEATH HER ASHES : Bab 31 - Bab 37

Emily’s Point of ViewThe city had a way of glowing at night, but to me it looked more like it burned. From the glass wall of my office, I watched the skyline flicker with thousands of lights towers, billboards, and cars in endless streams below. Most people saw beauty in it. To me, it was a reminder that no matter how much you tried to bury the past, it had a way of setting itself alight again.The hospital beneath me buzzed with life. The hum of machinery, the muted voices of doctors switching shifts, the quiet shuffle of patients all sounds I once associated with fear. Tonight, they should have felt like triumph. This hospital was mine now. My monument. My resurrection but instead of pride, unease pressed into me like a stone lodged beneath my ribs.I could not stop replaying the moment earlier when Nurse Nancy avoided me countless times in the hospital corridors . The same dodge of the eyes, the quick change of direction when she saw me , It was too deliberate to be coincidence. T

Delilah’s Point of view I had been dragging my feet all morning, praying Jackson would change his mind about me apologizing to Amara , but instead he sat in the mansion like a guard dog, cold eyes following me with every excuse I made. Not once did he soften. Not once did he tell me to forget about it. He just sat there, jaw clenched, fingers tapping against the arm of his chair like he was counting the seconds of my delay. His silence was louder than shouting, and the weight of it pressed against my chest until I could barely breathe. By the time hours had crawled by, my excuses had run dry. Finally, his voice cut through the air, hard and merciless. “If you do not apologize to Amara Holt by today and get her on board to invest again,” he said, his eyes like daggers, “then you should pack your bags and leave my mansion. I will not stay married to a liability.” The words shattered me. Leave ? After every

Nurse Nancy’s Point of ViewThe night air felt colder than usual as I stepped out of the glittering penthouse building. My legs carried me down the pavement, but I could hardly feel them. Every nerve in my body buzzed with disbelief, with terror, with something I could not even name.“I am Emily.”Her voice still rang in my ears, sharp as a blade. My hands trembled as I pulled my coat tighter around me, but the chill was inside me, not out here in the street. Emily the woman the world thought might have dead, the woman I myself believed was gone forever was standing in front of me tonight, alive and burning with rage and grief. She is hungry for revenge .For a moment I had thought Amara was playing some cruel game, another trick from the world of powerful investors and shadowed secrets but then she said my name in a way only Emily once said after I helped her deliver her babies safely . She looked at me with those same pleading eyes I once saw in the delivery room, when she clutched

Emily’s Point of ViewFor years I grieved children I thought were buried in ashes . Yesterday the truth did not whisper, it crashed into me like a storm ,my babies are alive. My babies did not perish in the fire ten years ago . The thought alone is enough to glue me to the bed long after the sun has clawed its way into the sky. Golden light streams through the tall windows of my penthouse, catching on the white silk curtains I never bothered to draw shut last night. The room feels too bright, too loud, too alive for a heart that has just relearned how to hope.I should feel joy ,a sense of relief or something like resurrection. But instead my body lies heavy, like stone, as though grief refuses to give me back what it stole. For years, I walked around with an invisible coffin chained to my chest, mourning children I never held, never kissed, never even named properly in my heart. Yesterday’s meeting with Nancy cracked that coffin open. She looked me in the eyes, trembling, struggling