As Claudia observed Eric, her ex-husband, looking more dapper than she had ever seen him before, and locking lips with Emily Walter, jealousy and anger surged within her. Her heart twisted with resentment, knowing that Eric had moved on so quickly while she was still grappling with the aftermath of Maria Bolton's torment.Claudia's life was in shambles - kicked out of the movie production company, her acting career in ruins, and her mental and emotional well-being in tatters. Her father, sensing her despair, had dragged her out of the house to accompany him to the men's boutique so he could get some things, hoping to lift her spirits. Little did she expect to run into Eric and Emily.The first to break the silence was Mr. Michaelson, Maria's father, whose puzzled expression mirrored Claudia's own confusion. "Eric, what are you doing here?" he inquired, his voice tinged with surprise.Eric, ever the smooth talker, pulled Emily closer to his side, his hand resting possessively on the
Claudia stormed into her home, her heart heavy with despair and resentment. The sight of Eric and Emily Walter together had shattered her already fragile spirits. She felt like she was losing in every aspect of her life – her acting career was in ruins, her financial stability was crumbling, and now, even the hope of finding solace in a wealthy man had been ripped away from her as Mayor Skarsgard's fraudulent identity was exposed before he was sent to jail.Fury coursed through Claudia's veins as she paced the room, her mind consumed by thoughts of Eric and Emily. She couldn't shake the feeling of betrayal and bitterness that gnawed at her soul. Had she made a mistake by divorcing Eric? Despite his lack of material wealth, he had always been there for her, offering unwavering support and comfort. And now, seeing him happy and in love with someone else was like a knife through her heart.In a fit of rage, Claudia grabbed a nearby bottle and hurled it against the wall, the sound of shat
Mason settled comfortably onto Claudia's couch, crossing his legs and leaning back with an air of casual confidence. He regarded Claudia with a calculating gaze before speaking. "You being Eric's ex-wife certainly makes this situation more intriguing, wouldn't you agree?"Claudia nodded thoughtfully, pouring herself a drink before taking a seat opposite Mason. "Indeed," she replied, her tone tinged with curiosity. "But what exactly has Eric done to earn your hate?"Mason's expression darkened slightly as he launched into his tale. "Eric stole Emily Walter from me," he began, his voice tinged with bitterness. "She was meant to be mine, but he swooped in and whisked her away. Now they're dating, and I want nothing more than to see him suffer for taking what was rightfully mine."Claudia's eyes gleamed with interest as she sipped her drink, nodding along with Mason's words. "Fascinating," she murmured. "So, you believe I can be of assistance in ruining their relationship?"Mason's lips c
Later that night, Emily and Eric were on the bed, their laughter ringing off the walls. “You should've seen the way those women were staring at you in the boutique,” Emily teased, nudging Eric playfully.Eric chuckled, shaking his head. "Yeah, it was like I was some kind of celebrity or something. I almost felt like I needed to sign autographs."Emily grinned, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "I think it's because you looked so handsome in those suits. Even the little girls couldn't take their eyes off you."Eric feigned surprise. "Really? I must've missed that. I was too busy trying to find the right fit."Emily nudged him again, her smile widening. "Oh, please. You were loving every second of it."Eric shrugged, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Well, maybe just a little."As they bantered back and forth, their laughter filled the room.And as it went on, Emily's expression grew earnest as she turned to Eric, her eyes reflecting a newfound vulnerability. "Eric," she began softly,
The soft morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room as Eric stirred awake. Blinking sleep from his eyes, he turned to find Emily watching him with a soft smile playing on her lips. "Good morning," she greeted, her voice warm and melodic.Returning her smile, Eric leaned in and pressed his lips to hers in a gentle kiss. "Good morning," he murmured against her lips, savoring the taste of her.Last night had been perfect, Eric thought, a contented warmth spreading through him as he recalled their shared moments of passion. He and Emily had grown even closer, right after they made love the previous night.As he gazed into Emily's eyes, Eric couldn't help but notice a faint hint of discomfort in her expression. "Are you okay?" he asked, concern lacing his voice. "Are you feeling alright?"Emily nodded, though a small grimace betrayed the soreness she felt. "I'm a bit sore," she admitted, "but I'm fine, really."Eric's heart twinged with guilt at the t
Eric's search for the missing ring led him back to the boutique where he had been the previous day. With a sense of urgency, he approached the staff and explained his predicament."I seem to have lost a ring," Eric said, his voice tinged with desperation. "I was here yesterday, and I'm certain I had it with me then."The staff nodded sympathetically, eager to assist in any way they could. They scoured the boutique from top to bottom, searching every nook and cranny for any sign of the missing ring. But despite their efforts, they came up empty-handed."I'm sorry, sir," one of the staff said, shaking their head in disappointment. "We couldn't find any trace of a ring anywhere in the boutique."Frustration boiled up inside Eric as he struggled to come to terms with the fact that his search had hit yet another dead end. How could the ring simply vanish into thin air?Desperate for answers, Eric pleaded with the staff to check the boutique's CCTV footage, hoping that it might provide so
Maria Bolton sat upright on her hospital bed, her eyes narrowed in fury as she accepted the documents from her P.A. With a sharp intake of breath, she began to scan through them, her brow furrowing deeper with each passing second. Suddenly, she slammed the papers down onto the bed, her anger boiling over as she let out a string of curse words that would make even the most seasoned sailor blush."Fucking Eric Radcliffe!" she spat, her voice dripping with venom as she hurled the documents aside. The news she had just received was nothing short of infuriating – her elder brother, George, who had been lured from the autistic center and kidnapped, tortured, now had his condition worsened as a result. It was all because of that goddamn Eric Radcliffe.Maria let out a frustrated growl, running her hands through her hair in agitation. She had been trapped in this hospital for three agonizing days, after being held captive by the very man who had caused her brother's suffering. From the mome
Eric trudged back to the hotel room, his mind was filled with frustration and anxiety. The relentless search for the missing ring had left him exhausted and drained. He couldn't shake the feeling of unease that gnawed at him, the fear of what would happen if the ring fell into the wrong hands.As he entered the room, a heavy sense of defeat settled over him. He collapsed onto the bed, his thoughts consumed by the elusive ring. "Lucius," he muttered under his breath, the name a desperate plea for guidance. But there was no response, no sign of the mysterious ring bearer.Eric's heart sank as he realized the weight of the situation. Without the ring, he felt powerless, vulnerable. It was more than just a piece of jewelry; it was a symbol of his identity as the mysterious Mr. Radcliffe, it was his authority. Losing it meant losing everything he had worked so hard to achieve. How could he function without the ring?With a heavy sigh, Eric buried his face in his hands, his mind racing