(CHAPTER ELEVEN) *Emily's POV * I twirled around my living room, my feet bare and my hair flowing. I couldn't help but dance to the upbeat music playing in my head. Wilson was finally mine, and nothing was going to come between us. I thought about Mary, lying in the hospital bed, broken and heartbroken. A small smile played on my lips. She had underestimated me, thought I was just a passing phase in Wilson's life. But I knew the truth - I was the one he truly desired. I spun around the room, feeling carefree and exhilarated. Wilson's words echoed in my mind: "You're the one I truly love, Emily." I felt a rush of excitement, knowing I had won him over. As I danced, I imagined the future ahead. Wilson and I would be together, free from the constraints of his marriage. We'd build a life filled with love, laughter, and adventure. The music in my head reached a crescendo, and I laughed out loud, feeling on top of the world. I was getting my man, and nothing could stop me now. *Mary's POV * I lay in the hospital bed, tears streaming down my face as I thought about the loss of our baby and Wilson's cruel words. The nurses came and went, checking my vitals and offering words of comfort, but I couldn't shake off the feeling of devastation. One of the nurses, a kind-faced woman with a warm smile, sat beside me and took my hand. "You're going to get through this, sweetie," she said softly. "You're strong, and you'll come out of this even stronger." I nodded, feeling a lump form in my throat. I wanted to believe her, to believe that I would survive this heartbreak and betrayal. But for now, the pain felt overwhelming, and all I could do was cry. I was discharged from the hospital, and a friend offered to drive me home. As we pulled up to the house, I felt a sense of dread. I didn't know how I was going to face Wilson, especially after what he'd said to me in the hospital. When we entered the house, I was met with an unsettling silence. But then, I heard the unmistakable sounds coming from upstairs - moans and groans that made my heart sink. My friend's eyes met mine, and I knew she heard it too. We exchanged a sympathetic glance, and she hesitated before speaking. "Do you want me to stay with you, Mary?" I shook my head, feeling a mix of emotions. "No, I'll be fine. Thank you for bringing me home." As my friend left, I stood frozen in the living room, listening to the sounds that seemed to be getting louder. I felt like I'd been punched in the gut, my worst fears confirmed. I head to the spare bedroom, it's better I sleep this pain off, how can one survive this loss and betrayal, I just lost a baby and my husband is here having sex with my best friend on our matrimonial bed. I sighs closing my eyes, and my head is aching , *Eric's POV * I close the main door with a sigh,honestly this house feels empty without Emily, I wonder if she's okay there,but I'm glad she's a good friend, As I walked into the kitchen to grab a glass of water, my mind kept drifting back to the woman I saw at work today. She had this radiant smile and sparkling eyes that caught my attention. I couldn't help but wonder who she was and what her story was. I found myself smiling as I thought about her, feeling a sense of excitement and curiosity. It had been a while since I'd felt this way about someone. Maybe it was time to ask around the office and see if anyone knew her. I took a sip of my water, lost in thought, and before I knew it, I was daydreaming about running into her again and striking up a conversation. . . . . . . . . . . . *Early in the morning * I decided to ask around the office and see if anyone knew the mysterious woman. I started with my coworker, Rachel, who always seemed to know everything about everyone. "Hey Rachel, do you know who the woman is with the long brown hair and bright smile?" I asked, trying to describe her without sounding too obvious. Rachel's eyes lit up. "You mean Sophia? She's new in marketing. I've only met her a few times, but she's really nice." Sophia. The name suited her. "Do you know if she's single?" I asked, trying to sound casual. Rachel raised an eyebrow. "Why, are you interested?" I chuckled. "Maybe. Just curious." Rachel smiled knowingly. "I'll see what I can find out." *Wilson's POV * "Wooow babe, "I said pecking her lips Her:ncaw I love you willy. Me:and I love you more,I want you to carry my son. Her:I'm honoured, but firstly you've to do right by me. Me:of course babe, I was talking to my lawyer about getting the divorce papers ready, Her:you want to divorce Mary? Me:Yes babe, I don't love her anymore, I only want you. Her:Don't divorce "Don't divorce her?" I repeated, taken aback by Emily's sudden change in tone. "What do you mean, babe? I thought you knew this was the plan." Just then, the door swung open without a knock, and Mary stood there, her eyes fixed on us with a mix of shock and pain. She didn't need to say a word; her gaze spoke volumes. Emily quickly pushed me away, trying to compose herself. "Mary, I...this isn't what it looks like," she stammered. But Mary didn't seem to care about explanations. She walked over to the closet, grabbed a suitcase, and started packing her clothes, her movements swift and determined. I felt a pang of guilt, realizing I had been caught red-handed. "Mary, wait," I said, trying to justify myself, but she ignored me, her focus solely on gathering her belongings. I took a step forward, trying to reason with Mary. "Mary, listen, I know this might be a shock, but you have to understand, my heart belongs to Emily now. We can make this work, the three of us. We can be a big, happy family." Mary didn't even look up, her eyes fixed on the clothes she was packing. She seemed drained, emotionally exhausted. "Just let me go, Wilson," she whispered, her voice barely audible. I continued, trying to convince her. "Think about it, Mary. We can make this work. We'll be happy, the three of us. Just accept it." But Mary didn't respond. She finished packing her clothes and walked out of the room, heading to the spare room. I followed her, watching as she locked the door behind her. I sighed, feeling a mix of guilt and frustration. I turned to Emily, who was watching me with a concerned expression. "Let's give her some space," I said, trying to reassure her. But as I looked at Emily, I couldn't shake off the feeling that things were about to get complicated. *Emily's POV * I stormed after Mary, my anger boiling over. "Mary, stop being so dramatic! Wilson and I are meant to be together, and you need to accept it!" Mary turned to face me, her eyes red-rimmed from tears. "Accept it? You want me to accept being cheated on and humiliated?" I sneered, my voice rising. "You're just being selfish, Mary. Can't you see that Wilson and I are happy together?" Mary's expression turned cold. "Happy? You call cheating on me happy? You're disgusting, Emily." I felt a surge of anger at her words, but before I could respond, Wilson stepped in, trying to calm me down. "Emily, let's not make things worse." But I was beyond reason. "No, Wilson, she needs to understand. She's been holding you back for too long." Mary's eyes flashed with anger, and for a moment, I thought she might lash out. But instead, she turned and walked into the spare room, slamming the door shut behind her. The sound echoed through the hallway, a stark reminder of the tension between us. The silence that followed was oppressive, the weight of Mary's slammed door hanging in the air. Wilson's eyes met mine, a mixture of concern and frustration etched on his face. "Emily, maybe you should calm down," he suggested, his voice low and soothing. But I was still fuming. "No, Wilson, she needs to understand that we're not going back to the way things were. We're moving forward, together." Wilson sighed, rubbing his temples. "I know, Emily, but maybe we should give her some space. She's hurt, and we need to handle this situation with care." I huffed, crossing my arms over my chest. "Fine, but she needs to accept our relationship sooner or later." The tension between us was palpable, and I knew things were far from over. *Mary's POV * I will never agree to this nonsense, I wonder what happened to Wilson to change like this, the Wilson I know despised Emily so much but suddenly they're in love wanting to take their relationship to the next level, My phone rings from the table ,I picked up my phone, seeing my mother's name flashing on the screen. I forced a smile onto my face, hoping she wouldn't notice the tremble in my voice. "Hey, Mom," I said, trying to sound cheerful. "Mary, sweetie, how are you?" my mother asked, her voice warm and concerned. I hesitated for a moment before responding. "I'm fine, Mom. Everything's good." But my mother wasn't buying it. "Mary, I can hear it in your voice. Something's wrong. What's going on?" I sighed, not wanting to burden her with my problems. "Really, Mom, everything's fine. Just a little stressed with work, that's all." My mother wasn't convinced. "Mary, I've been your mother for 23 years. I know when something's bothering you. You're not fooling me." I bit my lip, feeling tears prick at the corners of my eyes. But I didn't want to worry her, so I kept up the charade. "Mom, really, I'm fine. I'll talk to you soon, okay?" My mother hesitated, but eventually let it go. "Okay, sweetie. Take care of yourself. I love you." I smiled, feeling a pang of guilt. "I love you too, Mom." As I hung up the phone, I felt a wave of sadness wash over me. How was I supposed to keep up this facade when everything was falling apart? *Eric's POV * I dialed Emily's number, my fingers drumming anxiously on the armrest as I waited for her to pick up. When she finally answered, her voice sounded strained, but she assured me everything was fine. "Hey, yeah, I'm good. " she said, her tone a bit too casual. I sensed something was off, but I didn't push the issue. "Okay, cool. Just wanted to check in. You sound a little...off," I probed gently. She laughed, a bit too loudly. "No, I'm fine, really. Just tired. Talk to you later, okay?" Me:how's Mary and willy? "Th....they're...everything is good, I will call you " Before I could respond, she hung up. I stood there, feeling a nagging sense that something was wrong. But I shook it off, telling myself I was just being paranoid. Maybe she's really okay, I thought. Still, the unease lingered, like a faint hum in the background of my mind.