" I am moving out! You will be fine from now on!" Sia, kinda sounds pissed, looks at Emma who is standing in front of the refrigerator, trying to drink some water. Since she has been unable to drink or eat anything, she is having a hard time physically.
Hearing Sia, in this early morning, she wants to scoff. Sia lies a lot and it's another lie. However, when she hears the sound of suitcases being taken out by a middle aged woman, she turns towards Sia. " It's true." Sia shrugs her shoulders, noticing the confusion on her face. " Your parents' divorce is done?" Emma finally asked. As she didn't expect that. " No. But I am moving in with my mother. Yeah. You have successfully made me get out of this house. That's so pathetic!" She rolls her eyes and walks towards her mother. Emma looks at Sia's mother. She looks young but exhausted. But when her eyes meet the woman's eyes, she flinches. Sia's mother gives her a nasty glare before walking out of the house. She doesn't know why but her body shivers subconsciously. " Isn't Vincent going to see you off?" She asks. Not because she wants to mock or something. It has become so normal for Emma to watch Vincent being around her so much that she doesn't mind asking. However, Sia pauses and turns towards her with a sour expression. " You're really shameless. I have been trying to keep calm but you are really.... Really getting on my nerves!" She spats and walks towards her furiously. " It was me who helped him out of his abusive family. It is me who gave him everything... It was me who did part time jobs to help him with his company. But now, because of you, he is kicking me out. Isn't it so ironic?" She grits her teeth. Eyes are welling up. Emma doesn't know why she can't feel any sympathy for those eyes. It looks too fake to feel this way. In fact she doesn't care. " If you did everything to him, why did you reject him to marry you?" She asks calmly. " What?" Sia looks shocked. " Your behavior is like jealous ex-girlfriend who wants to win the one who got away. It's pathetic to watch you trying your best to get his attention and you have successfully done by separating him from his wife." " Are you trying to tell me I am a homewrecker?" She grits her teeth. " Does it sound like that? Anyway, No worries. I am sure if you throw yourself on him, he will take you immediately. That's how he takes his responsibility so seriously for you. He is willing to throw away his marital responsibility for his friend who saved him. Like a movie character! Such a good man!" She scoffs and walks towards the living room. But her eyebrows raise slightly when she notices Vincent is standing there with a foreign expression that she never witnessed before. She doesn't know why but her eyes immediately avert away from him. As if an instant regret of saying those words kicked her consciousness. " That's how you think about me!" She stops when Vincent mumbles and looks at her. She lowers her head and attempts to leave the room. She doesn't want to make things worse for her. After all, she has thought worse than it is. And she can't help since he made it this way. " I am sorry, Vincent. I shouldn't have told you about this girl on that day. Or you might have found someone who values you and your feelings. She is just a twisted minded woman who cares about herself only. Such a bit-!" " ENOUGH!!!" Vincent yells at her, " Leave!" He says shutting the door on her face. Sia looks shocked and speechless. Tears start forming around her eyes. She lowers her gaze before screaming, " I won't come back here anymore. You jerk. Mom is right. Men are aholes who forget about the hand which fed them. How dare you!!! I hate you! Never come back to me!" Kicking the door, Sia walks out with her mother. Obviously, both of them are furious at Emma. Nobody wants to leave such a massive and extravagant house. At least Sia's mother thought her daughter would finally settle in somewhere big." Now she has left, can we talk?" Vincent stands in front of her. Judging by his appearance, he seems like he is exhausted about something. Emma who has been unemployed and trying to get something that will help her out of her current mental situation, looks at Vincent with same expression he has. She just silently nods. As if even saying extra more words will drain her energy. Vincent sits across her and brushes his hands with nervousness. " Do you not love me anymore?" He asks, his eyes are on her, reflecting heartache. " I have been thinking about it a lot. I tried to imagine myself as you said. But - I am... I am sorry that I can't understand what I did to make things so hard for you. I am sorry. I am certainly sorry for making things hard for you. However, I feel exhausted. I want you to love me the way you always do." " I do!" She responds, looking at him, " I never stopped loving you!" She sighs and sits properly. " Then why?" He asks, her response somehow helps him feel
" Don't go!" She begs, grabbing his hand tightly... " At least not tonight! Give me this night... Only me!" She pleas, pulling him towards the dining room where she prepared a romantic dinner since it's their third marriage anniversary. " Emma! Let go!" His eyes darken, voice icy. " Today is our marriage anniversary! So please - Don't go." She cries heartbreakingly, wishing for once her husband will listen to her begging. " EMMA!!!!" He yells at her, " Come to your sense! She is all alone. Her father just got drunk and throwing tantrum. Do you want me to enjoy some meat and wine with you when she is in trouble?" He grits his teeth, unable to hold his anger back. " I am here alone too. And you promised that today you will be with me only! Why are you -?" She can't finish her words as he cuts off her sentence. " Stop being so selfish! Emma. You are disappointing me. I have told you thousands times, I can give my life for her. She is my family. My best friend, my sister. No m
Her eyes open with the sound of door opening. She knows who is home. But this time, she just relaxs herself with no more movement. Unlike other days, she isn't going to rush to prepare breakfast. She doesn't want to bother with anyone's presents. So, instead of looking at her husband who opens the door of the closet and puts his suit inside, she closes her eyes and decides to sleep for a while. However, she can feel him climbing onto bed and lies next to her. Soon his hand reaches her waist, face burying her back with a deep sigh. But unlike other days, when she would melt and turn towards him, she remains silent, clenching her fist. She can't trust him. She doesn't want to be manipulated and gaslighted by his lies. Who knows what he is thinking. The truth she has, the faith she has in him is long gone. So it holds no value anymore. " I am sorry for the last night." He whispers trying to hug her. " I know what I have done is wrong. What I said is wrong. But I really don't m
" Cry if you want to. Do need to act like a strong woman!" Ash Downey, 28, her cousin looks at her and holds his handkerchief before her with his one hand while driving. He recently communicated with her because of their grandparents who are sick and currently hospitalized. Emma left her family the day her father moved his mistress in and moved in her childhood friend's house until she graduated from high school. After that, she never returned to the city where her father is currently residing in. She has cut their relationship off entirely and moved on with her life until two days ago, she got a call from Ash who introduced himself as her cousin. Although she thought he was joking since for long time she hasn't met any set of her grandparents. she thought she was rejected by everyone in her family. After all, her father was so proud of his cheating on her mother and causing her taking her own life. However , After talking to Ash, she has realized that Her maternal grandparents
The scent of disinfectant gives her headache since she was a kid. The hospital is never been a place to give her any sort of willingness to go. The afternoon falls when they arrive at the hospital. She doesn't know much about her grandparents. She hasn't met them for a long time. So she doubts that she will recognise any of them. However, the moment she gets closer to the impatient ward, few faces appear in her sight who are looking at her with anticipation. Two of them same as hers but she doesn't remember any of their faces, two couples in their mid fifties. She looks at Ash whose feature turns gloom but as soon as he notices her attention to him, the usual smile appears on his face, " They're our family!" " Brother Ash!" One of the girls runs towards him and hugs, " I missed you." Emma scans her. Although she has no common features with her, but she is beautiful. Her dyed blonde hair looks good on her. While she is observing the girl who looks same age hers, her
The loud sound of music and people's chit chat isn't her cup of tea. Because of this she always stays away from bars. But what gotten her today is something she can't even understand herself. She wants to call Vincent but somehow she can't do it. She has stopped missing him for good but she feels empty inside. When she was like a wandering soul, he sheltered her with hope and a dream of the future. But now she is turning into that wandering star who has no destination to reach. " Hey! Emma. Let me take a picture of you!" Darla grins, holding her phone. " I don't like -!" Before she could say, Ash pulls her closer, " Let's do it. It's been decades since I took a picture with my sister. Do you have any complaints?" He raises his brow with question. Emma shrugs and laughs little, " I don't remember but shall we?" Ash and Darla laugh. They can see that she is opening up. " Let's take you two first." Emma places the phone near her on the couch before sitting next to As
When she wakes up with a terrible headache, she finds herself in her room, in her bed, lying. With a soft gasp, she sits up, scanning around the room. " Why am I here?" She whispers to herself before looking at her hands and face. She isn't dreaming. Abruptly, she gets off the bed and walks out of the room with a frown on her face. However, she couldn't pass through the doorway when Vincent stands before her with a smile on his face. " Good Morning!" He kisses her lips and looks at her, " How was your sleep last night? Honey!" " Mind explaining why I am here?" She asks, voice Icy. Vincent frowns hearing her cold tone. But instead of responding, he holds her hand and kisses the back of her hand... " Shall we have breakfast?" Emma looks at her husband, and then her hand. She pulls it away from his grip and wipes the knuckles where he kissed. She knows what he is doing and what he is trying to do. " I didn't appreciate you bringing me home. Also I can understand tha
-Emma- I love him. I can trade my life to be with him forever. But - I can't find myself anywhere. As if I just lost the track of my life while chasing after that love that I gave to him. Life has been a full of misfortune event for me. From a broken abusive family, I crawled myself to the world of unknown. With debts and empty stomach, I brought myself where I wanted to show my younger self who cried day after day. Each step of my life was walking on thousands of needles without making a single noise. And learned to live the way I love. However, loving him has become a regret now. But do I actually regret? No... I don't think I loved him less. I loved him with full heart but it's his loss. This time, I am not letting him satisfy with my reaction. He doesn't hold any value right now. I can't lose my sanity over the love that is always been an one-sided. But I don't understand why he is so reluctant to get divorced. So far I know about him, he is honest with his feelings. M