Emery’s pov. I ran into my room, about to shut the door , but my mum came in. She asked the nurse to leave us. As the nurse left, and I closed the door. I immediately embraced my mum tightly, sobbing, “Mum, I don’t understand myself anymore or my feelings.” She rubbed soothing circles on my back, shushing me, “I understand the way you feel.” Even though I don’t tell my mum some things, she still understands. And right now, there’s no better person than her to pour out my feelings to. “Mum, I don’t know why my heart still longs for Lucas when I’m married to Austin,” I break from the hug, tears streaming down from my eyes. I hold my mum’s hands, “mum. This…this child I’m carrying, Austin isn’t even the father. I’m scared.” “What do you mean by that?” She scrunched up her face. “Lucas is the father, mum. Lucas is…,” I bent and planted my face on her laps. “Mum I wish I could turn the hands of the clock and make things right. I’m overwhelmed,” she patted my head in a stroking man
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