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AdrianThe moment I stepped into the small office of the woman, I knew this conversation would change everything. Her eyes were sharp, the kind that made you feel like she could read your thoughts before you spoke them aloud.“Mr. Carter,” she greeted me with a nod, “I’ve been expecting you.”“Thank you for seeing me,” I said, taking the seat she offered. “I need to know the truth. About Emily’s mother… and the man she was involved with before everything happened.”She leaned back, fingers steepled, as if weighing how much to reveal. “It’s… complicated. But you deserve to know.”I leaned forward, every nerve in my body tense. “Go on.”She let out a slow sigh. “First, he wasn’t a secret lover. Not really. They had been together before she married David Brown. Her father—Emily’s grandfather—never approved. He considered the relationship inappropriate, even beneath their family’s standards. So when your Emily’s father entered the picture, he made sure to separate them. That’s when she ma

Emily I didn’t expect the news to spread so quickly. But of course it did. In families like ours, nothing stayed quiet for long. By the next afternoon, I received a message from Nathan’s mother asking me to visit the Carter residence. The tone was polite, but I could almost hear the disapproval behind every word. So I went. The Carter mansion was just as grand as always, the staff greeting me with the same practiced politeness. But the moment I stepped into the living room, I knew exactly why I had been called. Nathan’s mother sat elegantly on the sofa, a cup of tea in front of her. Nathan’s father sat beside her, reading glasses resting low on his nose. The atmosphere was… tense. “Emily,” Nathan’s mother said with a thin smile. “Sit down.” I obeyed. For a moment, no one spoke. Then she placed her teacup down carefully. “We heard something troubling today.” I already knew what was coming. “You’re planning to move out of your family home.” It wasn’t a question. “Yes.”

Adrian If someone had told me a few months ago that I would be standing in the middle of a tiny apartment, arguing silently with Viktor Cross over who got to carry Emily’s boxes, I would have laughed. Now, it felt like a battlefield. The apartment was small—too small for my liking. A narrow living room, a single bedroom, and barely enough space to move around without bumping into furniture. But Emily seemed comfortable here. That alone made it tolerable. Viktor lifted another box and placed it carefully near the wall. “I’ll assemble the shelf next,” he said calmly. I picked up the heavier box beside the door before Emily could touch it. “You don’t need to do that,” she said. “I know.” I carried it inside anyway. Behind me, I could feel Viktor watching. Measuring. Judging. The feeling was mutual. Emily sighed softly. “You two are acting ridiculous.” Neither of us responded. She crossed her arms. “I can move my own things.” “No.” The word came out at the same time

Emily The silence after they left felt almost unreal. For a few minutes I simply stood by the door, staring at the handle like it might turn again and reveal one of them still standing there. But it didn’t. The hallway outside stayed quiet. Finally, I let out a long breath and leaned my forehead against the door. “What is my life…” I muttered. Two men. One tiny apartment. And somehow they had both managed to turn my moving day into a silent competition. I pushed myself away from the door and looked around the living room. Boxes everywhere. Half-assembled furniture. Clothes spilling out of an open suitcase. I sighed. “Okay,” I told myself. “Let’s fix this.” It took nearly two hours to organize everything. The bookshelf Viktor had started assembling was surprisingly easy to finish. The dishes went into the small

Adrian Daniel placed the folder on my desk like it weighed a hundred kilograms. In truth, it might as well have. I didn’t open it immediately. Instead, I leaned back in my chair, staring at the ceiling of my office. “Are you sure?” I asked. Daniel nodded once. “I verified it three times.” I exhaled slowly. Of course. Nothing about this case had been simple from the start. Emily’s mother had been framed. Her lover had died. Records had been wiped. Money had disappeared. And now the deeper we dug, the uglier everything became. “Say it again,” I said. Daniel didn’t hesitate. “The money your future father-in-law siphoned from the company didn’t disappear.” My jaw tightened. “I assumed as much.” He opened the folder and slid a document toward me. “It was transferred