“What’s that for?” Sarah held where the slap landed on her cheeks as her eyes widened in shock.Emily glared at Sarah, fury burning in her eyes."You blabbed my secret to the whole world! And don't act all innocent, trying to 'help me' out there." She made air quotes.Sarah met Emily's gaze; her expression was one of wide-eyed innocence. "You have to believe me, Emily. I didn't do it."Emily scoffed loudly. "Really? You expect me to believe that?" Then how did the media find out?""You must have told Alex," Sarah insisted."He is probably the one who leaked it, because it definitely wasn't me." She shook her head adamantly, maintaining her innocence.Emily rolled her eyes at Sarah's performance. She had learned plenty about Alex since their breakup, and she was certain he could not do such a thing."Alex couldn't have done that," Emily stated flatly, staring Sarah down and waiting for her to finally confess the truth.“It’s not me, to be honest. I’m not lying. What would be gained if
Emily was shocked to see Isabella standing at her doorstep. Her brow furrowed, and her lips tightened into a stern expression as she demanded, "Why the hell are you here?" However, Isabella's lips curled into an amused smirk, her eyes sparkling with mischief, which caught her off guard, and she could not help but raise an inquisitive eyebrow, silently questioning Isabella's audacity. “Is it not humane to pay my rival a proper visit for once?” Isabella scoffed. “Do you realise this is my turf? Don’t think I will let your silly act slide like the other time. If you like yourself, I will implore you to get the hell out of here right now.” Emily was seething, as she was disgusted by Isabell’s sight. Isabella then swept her gaze across the surrounding area, scrunching her face in disgust. “I can see it’s your turf. It’s obvious.” She chuckled. “So I won’t waste your time because I’m only here for confirmation. “Good!" Emily snapped, her voice sharp and unyielding. "Alex is
Amara had been battling a silent killer—diabetes—for years, unbeknownst to Emily until she was informed by a doctor.Her negligence in managing the condition landed her in the hospital, unconscious for days, as her body fought a war she had long ignored, and now she lay motionless on the bed, her life hanging by a thread. When Emily received the call that Amara had regained consciousness and requested her presence, she rushed to the hospital, her heart filled with happiness. As she silently prayed for Amara's full recovery, she could not imagine a life without her.“Why couldn't you tell me about your health?” Emily blurted out immediately as she entered the ward where Amara was admitted.Amara didn't say anything but just smiled.Emily scrunched her face in fury and annoyance that Amara never informed her of the diabetes she was diagnosed with, considering how close they were."Thank you so much. I was told about your effort and help in the past few days. You are such a lovely soul
"Miss! Miss!" The doctor's urgent voice finally pulled Emily out of her daze. She blinked rapidly, trying to make sense of the situation. "I'm sorry, we lost her.” He stated it solemnly before turning and exiting the room without another word.Her gaze fell upon the bed, and her heart sank as she watched the nurses gently drape a blanket over Amara's still form.A lump formed in her throat as reality began to set in. "Is she truly dead?" she whispered, desperately hoping this was all some cruel prank despite the doctor's words.But the nurses remained silent, their solemn expressions speaking volumes as they filed past her, leaving her alone in the room with the shrouded figure.Tears welled up in her eyes as she slowly approached the bed, her steps heavy with grief. Trembling fingers reached out to caress the blanket-covered form. "So you decide to leave me in this cruel world..." she choked out, the finality of Amara's passing hitting her like a tonne of bricks.The harsh realit
Emily stood frozen, her trembling hands clutching the weathered pages of the old diary. Her eyes scanned the words once more, desperate to disprove their meaning. The room seemed to close in on her as the weight of the revelation bore down. The dim light from the bedside lamp cast long shadows across the walls, mirroring the turmoil within her."Amara is my mother?" Emily muttered in disbelief, her voice cracking as tears welled up and spilled over. Her knees buckled, and she collapsed onto the floor, the diary slipping from her grasp and landing with a muted thud. Betrayal coursed through her veins, a cold, unrelenting tide that she could not escape.For years, she had been indifferent about her biological mother, sometimes even resenting her for reasons she could not fully articulate. Yet, all along, the truth had been so close, like a bone buried just beneath the surface of her life, hidden but always present. "But why?" she asked the empty room, her voice barely a whisper.
On the way to the wedding hall, Alex sighed and closed his eyes, with Isabella sitting beside him in the car."You can do this, Alex. Just get through this, and then there's only one more thing to handle before it's over with her." He thought to himself, trying to muster some motivation.He dreaded the thought of kissing Isabella at the podium in front of everyone, but he knew it was unavoidable. The memory of the scene at the court they had just left replayed in his mind, filling him with disgust. The vows, which could have been an obstacle, were now behind them thanks to the compromise—the agreement after divorce—and this brought a fleeting smile to his lips.She noticed his brief smile and could not resist the urge to tease him. She loved having that power over him, making the formidable Alex seem weak and pliable. She loved having that power over him—making the formidable Alex, whom everyone else saw as strong, seem weak and pliable.She leaned her head lightly on his shoulder,
Emily did not regret accepting Sarah's proposal to spend the day together. They enjoyed each other's company immensely, from watching movies and playing games to cooking and sharing a meal. As Emily walked Sarah outside, Sarah beamed with joy. "It’s been so long since I’ve had a day this enjoyable," Sarah exclaimed with happiness. Emily responded with a warm smile, their eyes meeting in mutual understanding. She, too, had needed this companionship. Since Amara's death, a lingering pain has shadowed her days—especially the revelation that Amara, whom she had lost, was actually her mother. "We seem to have a real connection," Emily finally said, her voice sincere. Sarah, walking a few steps ahead, suddenly turned to face her. "So..." She began, drawing out the word, "Does that mean we're friends now?" Emily hesitated for a moment. "No, not quite yet. We're just acquaintances for now. Let's start from there," she replied, wanting to give their budding friendship a
Alex's brow furrowed as he scanned the contents of the file, revealing a school application form for a child named Jason. Confusion clouded his features; he had assumed it belonged to one of Isabella's stepbrothers, given their shared surname, until a stark realization struck him—none of them bore that name.He clutched the file, his gaze sweeping over the depths of her closet, where he had found the document. "Who could this belong to?" he muttered, his voice laced with bewilderment. "And why would she keep it hidden away like this?""Whatever." A part of him yearned to return the file to its resting place, dismissing it as none of his concern now that he had retrieved the item Isabella had requested. Yet, an insistent voice within him urged him to unravel the mystery—to uncover the child's identity and their connection to her.Driven by this curiosity, he resolved to task the private investigator, who had previously failed to uncover Isabella's motives for agreeing to their marr