Breaking Up With The Hottest Man On Ice 의 모든 챕터: 챕터 81 - 챕터 90

Jake's POVI left Margaret's hotel suite and went straight to my car.My hands were shaking as I started the engine.My mother had just threatened to turn my entire family against me. And my father had confirmed it.But I needed to hear it myself. From everyone.I called my father back."Jake," he answered. Sounding tired. "I know you're upset—""Did the family really discuss this? Did you all sit down and decide to side with Mother against Emma?"Silence. Then: "We had dinner last week. All of us. Your mother explained the situation. About Emma. About the money. About the eight years.""And?""And we agreed. She was protecting you, son. Emma did steal eight years from you. From all of us.""Mom stole those eight years from all of us. Including Alex. She's the one who threatened Emma. She's the one who hired Liam to stalk her. She created this entire mess.""Emma made her own choices. She could have told you. She chose not to.""Because she was terrified! Because your wife threatened

Emma's POVI changed outfits five times."Emma, you look beautiful in everything," Sarah said from my bed. "Just pick something.""This one makes me look too desperate. This one makes me look like I'm trying too hard. This one—""Makes you look perfect. Wear that one."I looked at myself in the mirror. Simple black dress. Nothing too fancy. But nice."What if this is a mistake?""It's not.""What if we have nothing to talk about? What if it's awkward? What if—""Emma. Breathe. It's Jake. You've known him for years. You had his baby. You can handle one dinner.""That's exactly the problem. We have so much history. So much baggage. What if we can't get past it?"Sarah stood up. Put her hands on my shoulders."Then you'll know. But Emma, you'll never know if you don't try. Now finish getting ready. He'll be here soon."I did my makeup. Simple. Natural. The way Jake always liked it.Not that I was trying to impress him.Okay, maybe I was trying a little.At exactly seven o'clock, there wa

Emma's POVI couldn't sleep that night.Jake's words kept replaying in my mind.I want us to really do this. Move in together. Build a life. Be a family.It was everything I'd dreamed about for eight years.And it terrified me.The next morning, Sarah came over with coffee."You look terrible," she said."Thanks.""What happened? I thought the date went well.""It did. Too well. Jake wants us to move in together."Sarah's eyes went wide. "What? After one date?""That's what I said. He thinks we're already past slow because we have Alex.""He's not wrong.""Sarah, we've been officially dating for two weeks. This is insane.""Or it's the most honest thing either of you have done. Emma, you love him. He loves you. You have a son together. Why are you fighting this?""Because what if it fails? What if we move in together and it's a disaster? Then Alex sees his parents fail in real time. Under the same roof.""Or what if it works? What if you finally get the family you've wanted for eight

Emma's POV Margaret stood there looking nothing like the woman I remembered. No power suit. No perfect makeup. She looked tired. Older. Almost vulnerable. Almost. "Can we talk inside?" she asked. "Please?" Jake looked at me. His eyes asking permission. I didn't want to. Every instinct screamed this was a trap. But I nodded anyway. "Okay." We went up to Jake's apartment. Alex woke up during the elevator ride. "Dad? Where are we?" "Home, buddy. And someone wants to meet you." Alex rubbed his eyes. Saw Margaret. "Grandma Margaret?" Margaret's face softened. Really softened. "Hello, Alex. I hear you won your tournament today." "I got MVP!" "That's wonderful. Your father was MVP of his team too, when he was young." Alex's face lit up. "Really?" "Really. You look just like him." We went inside. Alex showed Margaret his trophy. She examined it carefully. "This is impressive. You must have worked very hard." "I practice every day. Mom takes me to the rink." Margaret looke

Emma's POVThe photos kept coming.First one through the window. Then more.Me dropping Alex at school. Standing outside, watching him go in. Not knowing someone was watching me.Jake leaving for work. Getting into his car. Driving away.The three of us at dinner. Through our living room window. Laughing. Happy. Completely unaware.Every photo was the same. Just images. No message. No threats.Somehow that made it worse."This has to be Liam," Jake said, staring at his phone. "Who else would do this?""But he's in jail.""I'm calling the police."He did. Put them on speaker."Detective Almeida speaking.""This is Jake Sullivan. We're receiving threatening photos. Someone is stalking us. We believe it's Liam Hartley.""Mr. Hartley was released three days ago."My blood turned to ice. "What? He's supposed to be in jail.""He was released early on a technicality. Paperwork issue with his arrest. The restraining order is still in effect.""Then he's violating it! He's taking photos of us!