Todos los capítulos de When Love Was A Lie: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

Emmah’s POVI heard his voice echo louder than the ticking clock on the wall.“Once I get her to sign the papers, I can finally be with you. I don’t care about the baby.”I froze.I hadn’t meant to eavesdrop. I wasn’t even snooping, or spying. I had just come to bring him lunch, some homemade pasta, the kind he once said reminded him of childhood dinners with his mom. Stupid, I know, but I was trying to be a good wife. I was trying to do my part.But now I stood just outside his office door, the lunch bag still clutched in my hand, my heart crashing in my chest like a drum someone that couldn’t stop beating.And then I heard her voice, light, flirtatious, and cold enough to make my skin crawl.“You’re finally getting rid of that poor girl. What took you so long?”“I never wanted her to begin with,” he said. “It was Grandpa’s idea, not mine.”My breath caught and the hallway suddenly felt smaller, like the walls were closing in on me. I backed away slowly, pressing my palm against my c

DAMIAN The house which was usually loud with staff moving about and Emmah’s soft humming from the garden, was totally quiet and the silence pressed in like a suffocating blanket.Grandpa Richard’s jet just landed from his business trip which was wrapped up later than expected. He always rushed home for one reason, his daughter in law, Emmah. The only woman who reminded him of his late wife, kind, soft spoken, strong when necessary, and loyal to a fault. She was the only one who warmed the old man’s heart after years of loss.As he walked into the house, his staff rushed to welcome him.“Welcome back home, Sir Richard,” the butler bowed.“Hmm,” he muttered, brushing past him. “Where’s my Emmah?”The housemaids exchanged subtle, nervous glances, their heads quickly bowing in silence.“Emmah dear?” he called out, this time stopping in the middle of the grand hallway.There was silence.His brows furrowed. That wasn’t normal. Emmah was always the first to greet him, offering him his favo

DAMIANThe sun had only just begun to rise, casting a soft glow over the city when the call came. I was already awake, sitting in my study with a cup of untouched coffee cooling on the mahogany desk. My eyes were bloodshot, I had not been able to sleep properly. Since Emmah had left, the house felt colder and emptier. Every time I turned to a corner, I expected to see her there, her fiery eyes, her silence louder than screams.But now, the call that shattered the morning silence had come from one of the housekeepers, her voice trembling with fear.“Sir... It’s Mr. Richards. He collapsed.”I immediately dropped the mug, ceramic shattering on the floor, coffee staining the Persian rug beneath me. My chair screeched backward as I rushed out, my heart thundering in my chest.Minutes later, the mansion was bustling with activity. Paramedics arrived, wheeling Grandpa Richards down the stairs after he had collapsed while trying to get down on his own. His face was pale, almost grey, his brea

The bedroom felt too quiet, a bit too still like even the walls were waiting for something to happen. Damian sat at the edge of the bed, elbows on his knees, hands clasped together, watching me from across the room like I was a stranger he wasn’t sure how to reach anymore.“Emmah,” he started, his voice filled with exhaustion, “I... I want to fix this. All of it. I know I messed up, and I know sorry is such a small word for what I did. But I’m done with Tasha. Completely. I swear to you, you’ll never hear her name from me again.”I didn’t respond. I stood by the window, arms folded tightly across my chest, watching the night sky stretch wide.“You’re all I want now. You… and the baby.” His voice softened at the mention of the child.The baby.I closed my eyes for a second, letting that single word press against the cage of my thoughts. A child that came into existence during such a chaotic time. A child I once thought would bring us closer. Now? I wasn’t so sure. Maybe I just wanted t

Emmah’s POVThe air in the Richard mansion was as heavy as ever. I walked in that night with more silence than I left with, my heels echoing faintly against the marble tiles. No one asked me where I had been. No one dared. Grandpa was resting, Damian was in his study pretending to be busy, and Tasha... well, she had disappeared like smoke after a fire.I headed straight to the bedroom, our bedroom but it didn’t feel like mine anymore. The scent of cologne and the faint sweetness of roses still hung in the air. Someone had placed a fresh bouquet in a glass vase by the window. I didn’t care to find out who.I slipped out of my heels and walked barefoot to the window. Outside, the moonlight spilled over the manicured lawns like silver dust. I let my hand trail down to my belly. A small flutter beneath my skin. A heartbeat that wasn’t mine.But I didn’t feel connected to it. Not anymore.My father’s words echoed louder in my head than the baby’s silent presence. “I want you to meet someon