Just as Isabella had hoped, Alex took Emily to a serene garden popular with lovers. When she saw him get out of his car wearing a baseball cap, she scoffed. "You won't be needing that in a few minutes.” Her plan was to confront them, just as Emily had ignorantly advised her, in order to expose their secret affair. She had meticulously planned this day as she beamed with a confident smile, certain that things would go her way. Some minutes after they had walked inside the garden, she alighted, but with the intention of drawing attention to herself. As soon as she stepped out of the car, some people recognised her and swarmed around, asking for pictures, which she gladly accepted. It was all part of her plan—to draw people's attention to witness what she had in store. She missed the public attention and the feeling that came with it since she was rarely seen in public anymore. "I love how your skin is glowing. I bet Alex is taking good care of you." Someone commented fr
For a moment, Alex was paralysed by indecision, his mind a battlefield of conflicting emotions. He looked back at the path where Isabella had walked out and then glanced at Emily, who stood there patiently with wide eyes, filled with a mix of hope and fear, waiting to hear him explain everything that was going on—still not believing what she had heard.He felt a pit of guilt and panic in his stomach."Fuck it," he muttered, sucking his teeth, the weight of his decision heavy on his tongue. The words felt like a betrayal as soon as they left his lips. "I'm sorry, Em. I need to go..." He walked closer to her, his heart pounding with every step. Whispering so that only she could hear, he said, "I'll explain everything to you later. But believe me, it's not what you think." With that, he dashed out, hoping to catch Isabella before she left with guilt clawing at his insides.He had seen the hurt in Emily's eyes, the trust shattering like glass. He had promised her the world, yet here
As Emily got home, her heart was still shattered into a million pieces as she replayed the afternoon's events over and over in her mind. She still could not believe what she had witnessed, even though each memory felt like a dagger stabbing at her."How could he be engaged? How could he lie to me?" She muttered, her voice trembling. Her heart ached as she remembered their moments together, now tainted with betrayal. "There’s probably a misconception, a place where I got it all wrong.” She tried to reason with herself, but the certainty of Isabella's pregnancy shattered any hope she clung to.The certainty that Isabella was pregnant with Alex's child led her to conclude that Isabella and him had a romantic relationship."Their relationship is probably a sneaky link," she thought.This conclusion made her wonder if Isabella had approached her intentionally, despite her denial. She could not bring herself to believe Isabella."She definitely did that out of jealousy." She chuckled. "F
As Isabella sipped her juice, a sudden flash from Derek's phone caught her attention. He had just ended the recording, and the light from the kitchen drew her gaze, curiosity sparking in her eyes. "Derek?" she called, a note of suspicion in her voice. For a moment, he thought he had been caught. He walked out from behind the kitchen door, his face downcast. Unknown to him, she didn't grasp what had happened. "Did you hear the conversation between Alex and me?" she asked, her tone inquisitive. His mind raced. Should he tell her the truth? What if she reacted badly? What if she threw him out because of it? He desperately wanted to confirm something about her pregnancy but struggled to find the right words. The question had been gnawing at him since he heard the news from the kitchen. He needed to know. "Don't lie to me," she added, sensing his hesitation during the brief silence. "Yes," he nodded. She smiled, expecting him to congratulate her. "What?" Her eyes w
A watchman, forewarned of an imminent attack, would undoubtedly remain vigilant throughout the night, his eyes peeled for any sign of danger. That was exactly how Alex felt that night, wrestling with his thoughts and weighed down by the gravity of the options Isabella had given him. As he lay in bed, his mind churned relentlessly, his heart heavy with the burden of indecision, while Isabella slept soundly beside him, unaware of the turmoil raging within him.He knew if he ended things with Emily as Isabella had insisted, he would shatter Emily's heart—something he had vowed never to do.Emily had transformed him completely in the few months they had known each other, guiding him towards becoming a better man.But the stakes were high. His reputation, already hanging by a thread, would plunge further if he didn’t end things with her.He sighed deeply, the sound barely audible in the quiet room."How do I face her to tell her this?" he whispered into the darkness. Even though he had r
“I should face my fears once and for all," Alex muttered under his breath before stepping out of the car.As he pushed through the glass doors, the secretary at her desk glanced up. Her eyes widened in surprise, and she shot to her feet."Good morning, sir," she stammered, her voice wavering. "I thought you wouldn't come because—fuck!" She clamped a hand over her mouth, eyes wide with horror at her slip.Alex gave her a reassuring nod. "It's alright. I understand. Where are the shareholders?""They've arrived. They've been waiting for you.” She managed, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment.He strode past her.As he approached the meeting room, he paused for a moment, standing in front of the door. He blew out a long breath, straightening his shirt and smoothing down his hair."Here we go," he muttered to himself, pushing the door open.The room fell silent as he entered, every eye of the shareholders turning to him with outright derision. He could feel his heart pounding, but he
Emily had no idea about the live video Isabella made. As she walked through campus, she could not help but notice the way people were looking at her. Groups of students clustered together, their eyes darting towards her before quickly looking away, as if caught in the act. She could hear snippets of their hushed conversations, phrases like "that's her" and "can you believe it?" cutting through the air like daggers as the weight of their stares bore down on her. The whispers grew louder in her mind, even though they were just soft murmurs around her. She tried to hold her head high and ignore them, but each glance felt like a physical blow, chipping away at her composure."Why is everyone acting like there's something wrong with me today?" she wondered, desperately trying to make sense of it. The unease followed her into the lecture room, where she could still feel stares burning into her back. Despite her best efforts to move on, she found herself constantly checking her phone,
Emily's eyes narrowed in disgust at the sight of Alex."Why are you here?" She snapped."Emily, please, I just want to talk," he replied, stepping closer but stopping when she took a step back. "I...I need to explain.""Explain?" She scoffed, her voice rising. "Explain what, Alex? How you lied to me? How you made a fool of me in front of everyone? How you deceived me? Tell me, which one of these do you want to explain to me?" she demanded.He stepped closer to her. "Please, Em, lower your voice."Her mind flashed back to the moments when he lied about the reason for hiding his identity. It made her heart ache, realising he had taken advantage of her lack of internet savvy and disinterest in the entertainment industry.She chuckled bitterly. "Why? You don't want people to notice you? Afraid of drawing attention to yourself? I can't believe I fell for all your lies. Well, it's not your fault; it's mine for believing you."His shoulders slumped in helplessness as he ran a hand through