All Chapters of Until You're Mine Again : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Chapter 1:The Life of Emily Carter "Mommy, Mommy, there's a man at door" Seth, 6 years old ran inside the house, he was dirt, like any child playing outside Emily turned, her wine in hand and walking barefoot on the brand new carpet that costed her an arm and a half and she huffed "Look how dirty you are" she scolded him and put her glass on the kitchen counter and crouched down to his level "Mommy, there's a big tall and scary man at the door" Seth repeated and Emily sighed, kids at this age tend to have an overactive imagination So like any good mother, she walked to the door to ensure him there was no ' Big tall and scary man at the door ' Everything played out in slow motion as soon as she opened that door, she forgot how to breath as she stared right at the same Gray eyes that used to make her tremble, she stumbled backwards once and he just stood there and watched her Like a predator looking at its prey, hands deep in his pockets, he smiled and tilted his head to the side a

Chapter 3: Who does he think he is?__Emily CarterAs soon as Cynthia disappears around the corner with her perfume still hanging in the air like nosey gossip, I turn to Lucas, my arms fold before my brain even tells them to, like my body remembers how to protect itself before my heart does, like I’ve done this a thousand times before and still never learned how to stop"What do you want?" I ask, and my voice doesn’t come out polite, it comes out tired, tired in the way grief gets tired, deep, old, worn in like jeans that don’t fit anymore, like something inside me is just… doneLucas sighs, that same sigh he used to give when he didn’t know how to love me the way I needed, and it hits something raw in my chest " I just want to talk" he says, I laugh... not loud and not funny, just… a sound, hollow, empty, like even my laugh has given up on me "talk? About what, Lucas? Talk about how you dumped me on our wedding day? At the alter?"His jaw twitches, he looks down like the floor could

Chapter 5: She’s My Best FriendEmilyI walked in wearing yesterday’s clothes this morning, and I could still feel it clinging to me like a second skin, like evidence I couldn’t wash away, something that followed me no matter how much I tried to ignore it.The receptionist had mocked me, her eyes dragging slowly over my body as if I didn’t belong there, as if I had somehow slipped into a world that wasn’t meant for me, and my new boss had looked down on me too, his silence heavier than words, louder than any insult he could have thrown at me.But Miss Veronica, she was different, there was something about her, something warm hiding beneath her sharp edges, something that didn’t make me feel small or out of place, and I found myself learning from her, really learning, every single hour we spent together, not just about the job, but about how to exist in a place like this without breaking, without shrinking into myself.“And then you press enter, and tada,” she said with a small flouris

Chapter 7: You smell nice too CynthiaGwen Fucken Blackwood… What is she doing here!? My heart skips another beat as she smiles at me, her hair a little messy and I notice a faint trace of lipstick on her lips, My heartbeat quickens… Please, don’t tell me…My eyes wander further, and they land on Adrian. He’s in his shirt and sweatpants, the casualness of him somehow making my chest tighten even more, "Don't worry, he just ate, love… You can just go home," Gwen whispers as she walks past me, her heels clicking against the floor with that infuriating confidence. I can’t look away as she disappears, leaving a trail of perfume and unease behindGwen Blackwood… Adrian's first love, the only woman he was ever capable of loving, and as far as I know, she is engaged to his father… I only know this because I’ve spent hours researching him, piecing together the women in his life like some obsessive puzzle… I turn back to him and sigh, feeling the weight of it pressing down on me"What was she

Chapter 9: How can I help you Mr Willard?EmilyI am seated in my apartment, staring at nothing and everything all at once, my mind refusing to rest as it keeps replaying the moment in the elevator over and over again like a cruel reminder that I cannot escape, the way his voice dropped low without warning, the way his eyes lingered on me like he was seeing something he should not, something that made my skin crawl even now as I sit here alone, trying to convince myself that it meant nothing, that I am overthinking it, that I am safe, but the feeling refuses to leave me and instead settles deeper into my chest like a quiet warning I cannot ignoreI sigh again, the sound heavier this time, slipping past my lips without permission as I lose count of how many times I have done that in the last hour alone, it feels like I am trying to breathe out something lodged too deep inside me, something that refuses to move no matter how much I try to push it away, and eventually I force myself to s