Emily's POV:
After that incident, I tried to talk to him, but he didn't respond nicely. So, I stopped trying to clarify anything.
It's been two months since he started behaving so rudely with me, and he's still not sorry. Every day, I see him leaving, and I wait for him every night to come home.
Today is no different, but I want to try again to speak with him.
I was sitting on the couch when I heard the sound of a car. I stood up and waited for him to come in. I saw him enter through the door, pass the living room, and head toward the stairs.
"Damon!"
It's been so long since I called his name. I can't even explain how I felt at that moment.
He didn't stop, so I ran after him and grabbed his arm.
"Damon, stop! If you have any problem with me, say it—then only I can correct it! If you behave like a kid and don't say what the problem is, how can we solve it?"
I said that all in one breath because I didn't know if I would ever get another chance like this.
He didn't say a single word, just stood there quietly.
So I stepped in front of him and looked at his face. His eyes were looking down, and he stood there, defeated.
"Damon… please tell me what happened. You're scaring me. I've never seen you like this before… please."
I stepped closer to him, and this time, he didn't flinch. So I moved even closer.
God, I missed his aroma.
I hugged him, wanting to feel him close, but to my surprise, I smelled a woman's perfume on his shirt.
Tears instantly welled in my eyes. I stepped back.
"You can choose any way to hurt me. You can slap me or even kill me if you are unhappy with me. But you… you…"
I choked on my words, then yelled,
"You chose to sleep with another woman to hurt me?!"
But he stayed silent, as always.
"No… not again! I can't let you hurt me anymore!"
I grabbed his collar with both hands, my tears streaming freely now.
"Why, Damon?! Is it because I didn't let you touch me? You know I don't want to share my man with any other woman. Yet… yet you still went there? You could have asked me! Did I ever say no to you for anything?!"
He finally moved — only to jerk my hands away.
"It's none of your business."
And with that, he walked away to his room, leaving me there.
I stayed frozen, realizing nothing had changed in my life.
The next morning, I watched the sun rise from my bed. I hadn't slept a single minute last night.
I cried all night, imagining Damon with some other woman in bed.
My phone vibrated on the nightstand. It had been ringing since last night, but I had no energy to speak to anyone. I kept it in silent mode.
Caller ID: Mia
I finally picked up.
Me: "Hey, Mia."
Mia: "Hey girl! Are you alive?"
Me: "Hmm."
Mia: "Emily? Are you okay?"
Me: "Why are you calling so early?"
Mia: "Girl, you forgot? I'm going abroad today!"
I smacked my forehead. Damn, I really forgot.
Me: "No, Mia! How can I forget?"
Mia: "Yeah, yeah, I can guess you forgot… but leave it. I'm on my way to your house. Let's go to the airport together, deal?"
Me: "As you wish."
Mia: "Okay, bye! I'll start now."
Me: "Bye."
I got ready and waited for Mia.
Damon was leaving when our eyes met for a brief moment. He stopped in his tracks and said coldly,
"Don't leave the house for a few days. I'll let you know when you can go out."
"I…"
I wanted to tell him I was going to the airport with Mia, but he didn't wait for me to finish.
I linked my arm with Mia's and leaned my head on her shoulder during the drive. She didn't ask me anything — she never does until my mood lightens — and because of her silence, I started to feel a little better.
At the airport, her flight was delayed by two hours.
We went to a nearby café. I ordered a latte, she got a cappuccino. We sat quietly until the drinks arrived.
Mia finally broke the silence.
Mia: "Tell me what happened."
I put my latte aside and looked at her.
Me: "Mia… I told you that after marrying Damon, everything changed. I got the world's best husband and best family."
She nodded and sipped her cappuccino.
So I told her everything that had happened over the past two months — everything I had been keeping from her.
Me: "Yesterday, I smelled a woman's perfume on his shirt. Does he even know how much that hurts?"
I clenched my fist to control my emotions.
Mia placed her hand gently on my fist.
Mia: "What did you do then? Did you try to talk to him?"
Me: "Of course I wanted to talk to him, but first I yelled at him. I couldn't help it, Mia — any woman would react like that."
My voice broke.
Me: "Mia, it was a nightmare for me… for any woman. Knowing her man slept with someone else—how else could I react?"
Mia: "Mily… I know how you feel. But did you try to understand him?"
I shot up from my seat, my anger flaring.
Me: "Mia! Are you defending him? Are you my friend or his?"
Mia: "Emily…"
I stormed out of the café, but she followed me, grabbing my hand.
Mia: "Emily, I'm not telling you to compromise with that. I'm saying — try to understand him."
Me: "How can I understand him if he won't share anything with me?"
I said, my voice breaking.
Mia: "Then wait until he opens up."
She took a deep breath and continued.
Mia: "And about that perfume… Emily, he's a king of business. There are so many women who will try to get close to him just to end up in his bed. If he were the type of man who slept around for fun, you would have seen it in the early days of your marriage."
I stayed silent.
Mia: "You've been with him for eight months. Has he ever touched you with wrong intentions?"
I shook my head.
Mia: "I have a doubt, girl…"
Me: "What?"
Mia: "You're crying and going crazy for him. Is it because he's your husband — or because you've fallen in love with him?"
I swallowed hard.
Me: "I've been asking myself that question for months… but… but I don't know. I don't want to fall in love again and hurt myself again."
Mia: "Why would you get hurt if you love again?"
Me: "Mia… you know how much I loved Noah. And what did I get in return? Insults. Being called a slut. If I ever heard that word from Damon… I would have killed myself."
Mia: "Why would you do that for Damon and not for Noah? You loved Noah so much, right?"
Me: "Yes, I loved him with all my heart. But that love faded away because of his actions. And Damon… Damon has always been there for me whenever I needed him.
Mia, Damon notices every little thing about me. He took care of me. You already know how he wished me on my birthday. He knows I hate public attention, so he always takes me to places where we can walk like a normal couple.
I…"
Tears blurred my vision.
Me: "I love him, Mia. I'm scared to lose him."
Mia: "Then tell him. Tell him how you feel about him. Tell him how he's making you worry. And wait until he opens up. It's not a big deal."
Me: "It's not a big deal for girls like you. For me, it's like a billion-dollar question."
Mia: "We had mutual breakups. I never hurt any guy, nor did they hurt me."
She pouted dramatically.
Mia: "Girl, you hurt my feelings!"
I hugged her.
Me: "Sorry… sorry."
After that, we went back to the airport.
I stood there, watching my best friend leave for her new life abroad.
And here I was, thinking of the one person who turned my world upside down after meeting him.
Noah was the first and last person I ever loved — until I met Damon Roy.
I wanted to tell Damon how much I loved him.
I booked a cab, not informing any staff where I was going, and told the driver not to follow.
On the way, I thought about buying couple rings. None online looked good enough, so I planned to buy them myself.
But then I noticed something — a black car in the rear-view mirror.
Me: "Excuse me, can you speed up?"
The driver did, but the black car sped up too.
Me: "Take a U-turn!"
Driver: "But, ma'am, the address you gave is straight ahead—"
Me: "Just do as I say! I'll pay you triple."
He obeyed, and the black car turned too.
My hands were shaking as I took my phone from my bag. Damon's words echoed in my mind: "Don't leave the house for a few days…"
I dialed his number. No answer.
Me: "Pick up the damn phone, Damon!"
I tried four more times. Finally, I texted him:
Me:Damon, I came to the airport to send off Mia. Now I'm returning home in a cab, but a black car is following me. Please call me back.
A few seconds later, he called.
Damon: "Where are you?"
Me: "I don't know the exact location. Maybe Sunset Boulevard. I was trying to escape from that car."
Damon: "I told you not to go anywhere! Why in the f***ing world did you go out?!"
I started sobbing.
Me: "I'm sorry. I won't do it again. Please… do something."
Damon: "Send me your location."
I sent it immediately.
Damon: "Alex, get the chopper ready! Emily, I'll be there in ten minutes. Try to escape… and stop crying. I'm on the way."
The line went dead.
Driver: "What's happening, ma'am?"
Me: "I don't know exactly, but that car behind us is following me. Please speed up. My husband will be here in ten minutes."
He pressed the accelerator.
I spotted a helicopter approaching from afar — Damon's chopper.
But then I saw something else.
A truck.
Coming from behind. At full speed.
Me: "No! No! Driver, jump out of the car. Now!"
Driver: "Why? We can speed up—"
Me: "Jump! There's a truck behind us! My husband will buy you a new car!"
I unbuckled my seatbelt and slid to the other side.
The driver jumped out just in time.
But before I could open the door, the truck rammed us.
The car flipped — once, twice, three times.
My whole life flashed before my eyes.
I hadn't told Damon I loved him.
I should have listened to him this morning.
The car finally came to a stop — upside down.
Through blurry vision, I saw Damon running toward me.
I wanted to get out, but my left hand wouldn't move. Blood filled my mouth.
Gunshots rang out.
I turned my head and saw Damon, Alex, and Sam shooting at the men coming from the other cars.
There were five of them.
Damon's bodyguards arrived, taking down the rest.
Then Damon reached me.
He took me out of the car and lifted me in his arms.
I wanted to smile because I was finally in his arms again.
He was saying something, but I couldn't hear.
Everything went silent.
He carried me to the chopper, holding me close to his heart. His lips kept moving, tapping my cheek — but I couldn't make out the words.
Damon's POV:
I saw the truck hit her car from my chopper, and my world collapsed.
I jumped out and took out my gun, shooting everyone in sight.
Alex and Sam covered me, and my guards arrived just in time.
I ran to Emily and pulled her out of the wreckage, running toward the chopper with Alex shielding us.
She was losing consciousness.
Me: "Emily! Emily, stay with me!"
I carefully placed her in the chopper, holding her tightly.
Me: "Emily!"
Her eyes fluttered shut.
I tapped her cheeks desperately.
Me: "Emily! Stay with me!"
Her lips moved faintly.
Emily: "Damon… it's… hur… ting…"
A single tear rolled down her cheek.
"No, Emily. No. You can't leave me alone. Please… open your eyes."
I tried to keep her awake, but she was slipping away.
Me: "Emily… I love you. Please open your eyes. Stay with me."