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And now he was so interested in Felicity. “I find her interesting, that’s all.” He simply replied. “But there are more decent ladies out there. Women who have degrees come from wealthy families. Also, Happy is a single mom. She also works here.-” “So, you were saying that she isn’t?” Jeremy doesn’t like how Mr. Tan describes her, which made him upset. “I-it’s not that… I mean. Happy is not your type. She’s a single mom, and she didn’t even graduate from high school-”

"But I was also the happiest I had ever been." The room was quiet. Olivia was already crying. Chloe was holding her camera, but she wasn't taking pictures. She was just watching. "I didn't think I would ever be happy," Emma continued. "After everything that happened — the basement, the loss, the fear — I thought happiness was something that happened to other people." Emma looked at Nick. He was standing beside her, his arm around her shoulders, his eyes bright. "But I was wrong," Emma said. "Happiness is possible. Love is possible. The future is possible." She raised her glass. "To Hope. To family. To the people who never gave up on me."

Emily’s POV The late afternoon sun slanted low in the sky, painting the city in warm hues, but my chest still felt heavy. I couldn’t get Ava’s words out of my head, you’re scared of being happy. She hadn’t been wrong. Happiness felt like a fragile thing, something Sophie could snatch away the second I dared to hold it too tightly. I was still thinking about it when my phone buzzed again. It was Jace. Meet me at the square. Don’t ask questions.

BENEATH THE FACADE Behind the façade of wealth and power, a web of secrets awaits.. Chapter 105 Emily’s POV: I used to think happiness was something you stumbled into by accident—like tripping over a loose stone on a quiet street. Something sudden, unexpected. But I’ve learned it’s quieter than that. Softer. It comes in pieces, like sunlight slowly warming your skin after a stormy night. And tonight, as I sit in the nursery, rocking one of my newborns in my arms, I realize just how much my life has changed in just a year.

“I don’t know. I wish them the best and I hope they’re happy wherever they are.” The door of the shop rattled as Emily walked inside. The old lady quickly leaned forward and whispered to me. “You have to end it here and now or you’d live to regret it.” “I don’t have much time to live here so I don’t see the need to rid myself of happiness.” She smiled. “That’s fair.” In spite of the makeup on Emily’s face, I could still see the trails of tears on her face and how pale her skin was. She and the old lady exchanged greetings until both of us where finally alone.

Bill shook his head and said, "Mandy, all jokes aside, Henry is a good man worthy of any woman's pursuit. However, he already has someone he likes." "Ah…" Mandy did not know that. "So, you'd better give up on that idea." Bill shook his head. "I don't like him yet," Mandy said hurriedly. "That would be the best." Bill sighed. Henry sat in the car for a while. Then, he drove back to Paradise One, where his mother was. "Mr. Truman, you're back." Emily hurried forward. Since they met, she thought she would have many opportunities to see Henry, but she did not expect that she would still be unable to see him often, which disappointed her.

I decided that sending it now wasn’t the right timing, and I also wanted to give myself more time just in case some other things would end up coming to mind. I tiredly went back to my room, picked up my phone, and decided to lazily scroll around until I got tired enough and eventually fell asleep. Not so much to my surprise, the first thing I saw as soon as I opened up my favorite blog was several articles that kept writing about Henry and Emily’s honeymoon trip, including how Henry was leaving no stone unturned just to make sure Emily had the best time of her life.

That's the last thing that I have heard when everything turns black. ---- Copyright © 2021 PenOfHope All Rights Reserved DON'T PLAGIARIZE OR DISTRIBUTE.REMEMBER, STEALING IS A CRIME. The following is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental.

Henry's mansion was a haven, a place where I could be safe from the bedlam of the world. I parked my car and went toward the entrance; the door flung open to reveal Henry's warm smile. "Emma, darling, so glad you're here," he said, clamping me into a warm hug. "Come in, come in. You must be exhausted." "Ah, Emma, sweetheart, I'm so glad you're here," Henry greeted me, ushering me into the palatial entrance of his mansion. "How is Elias? I've been worried sick about him."

" Her voice was loud. She deliberately spoke loudly enough for the two people in the room to hear. Emily, who was packing their belongings, paused. Her face turned extremely pale. Fortunately, Henry was with her. He helped Emily sit on the bed and comforted her, saying, "Just ignore her and don't take them to heart. "When we move out to live with our son, we'll have a peaceful and happy life in our own little home. We won't have to worry about these troubles." Emily calmed down when she heard Henry's words. A smile appeared on her face. "I don't know if Jimmy would be willing to take us in. You know his personality."