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Emily continued her accusatory speech. "Are you not her friend? You should have advised her against running away." Henry bit out. He could not stop himself. He wondered if Emily was actually the mastermind behind Zoe's leaving. "You are a beast," Emily continued. "You act like you know everything even when in reality, you know nothing." "Okay then, my little friend," Henry's cold demeanour was back. "Tell me exactly what I do not know." Emily opened her phone and clicked on a picture, holding it up to Henry’s face. It was the picture of Zoe’s pregnancy scan of the baby in her womb.

Here are the things I would like to clarify; Firstly, I would like to take this opportunity to address some issues about the book. For those who think Henry suddenly wants Gwen back because of what Emily did to him then you’re all wrong. I need to clarify that Henry had feelings for Gwen before the incident with Emily, and his interest in her was not a result of Emily's actions. Before discovering Emily's secret, Henry was already drawn to Gwen.

That evening, Henry handed me a swimsuit. I hadn't planned on going into the water at all. I only wanted to walk along the shore and enjoy the scenery. But Henry insisted I change, saying we might decide to play in the water later and that it was better to be prepared. I couldn't argue with him, and the swimsuit itself was pretty normal, so I didn't think too much about it. After changing, I headed to the beach with him. Even at night, the beach was still crowded. Henry and I walked hand in hand along the shoreline, the sea breeze brushing against us. For a moment, all the frustration and misery I had been carrying seemed to disappear.

Aric pushed off the ground and started walking away from Moses Lake with his pal by his side and his sister following close after. Emily approached Henry and leaned forward between the chairs to inquire, "How have you been, Henry?" Henry responded with a deep sigh and looked at her with melancholy eyes while staring at her. "Until last night I was alright," he said. She sighed and patted him on the shoulder as she said, "Yeah, Daddy usually leaves me with that sensation whenever he comes to visit."

"Or maybe you're not really reading?" Our table was a bit rowdy with Lucian and Arthur's talk about the football game. Henry and Crest were just quiet. Henry was looking out the glass wall, tapping his frappe. Crest was glancing at the people every now and then. So far, we all seemed normal. Almost. Just enough to blend in. "I'm reading, Em," I said and my eyes drifted back to the book.

My name is Henry Parker, I own the bookstore. An attendant passed by Henry and he handed him Amelia's order. "Can I sit down?" Henry asked, pointing to a nearby armchair. 'Sure, it's your bookshop. ' Amelia joked, and he sat down. "Are you a doctor, Miss Jones?" he asked curiously. " Nurse. And you can call me Amelia. ' She quickly asked. "And what are you reading?" Henry asked, Amelia soon noticing that he was too interested. 'The Hill of the Howling Winds. ' She said as she showed him the cover of the book.

He lifted me and bolted. Inside our cabin, he sat me on the bed. He sat down and pulled me into his lap. I missed you. Sorry, I couldn’t answer. First, what did you do or find out? I pulled the vial from the bra and the notebook from my pants. Wow, you’re good. We opened the notebook. Henry had many notes—one made my blood run cold. I gasped. What the fuck? Emily, do not say this to anyone, okay? Maybe Salem… he cursed.

Then, why was she feeling like her intestines were being forked out of her stomach every time she thought about a life that did not include Jason? The limousine stopped before a massive skyscraper and they got ready to step down from it. But then, Edmund received a call that caused him to have a change of plans at once. Five minutes later, Edmund told the chauffeur to take them to the beach. If Emily was surprised, she did not say it. She'd made up her mind to flow with the tide. The beach was even hotter than the surroundings of the hotel. Edmund walked in front while she walked behind him. He strode to a shed at the far end of the beach and stopped before a huge barrel of a man who had not

“You know better than to show your face here, especially now that you’ve been publicly exposed as mentally unstable. Don’t make me call security to have you dragged out.” Emily let out a dark, unimpressed laugh, her eyes glittering with a mix of amusement and malice. “Oh, sweetheart, please be serious,” she retorted, her voice dripping with contempt. “Just because the world doesn’t know that you’re equally as crazy as I am doesn’t change the fact that you’re just as deranged. When we’re alone, try not to act like a better person. You’ll only be pissing me off even more.” Henry’s nostrils flared, his anger threatening to boil over. He took a step forward, and his eyes narrowed into slits. “Wa

"Hey, are you okay?" Emily shook her head, unable to find the words to explain how she was feeling.Clara sat down beside her. "Do you want to talk about it?"Emily took a deep breath, then poured out her frustrations. Clara listened patiently, nodding in understanding."It’s okay to feel this way," Clara said when Emily finished. "You're going through a lot of changes. But you’re strong, and you’ll get through this."Emily smiled weakly. "Thanks, Clara. That means a lot."Clara reached into her bag and pulled out a small sketchbook. "Here," she said, handing it to Emily. "When I’m feeling overwhelmed, I draw. It helps me process things. Maybe it’ll help you too."Emily took the sketchbook, touche