Emily trudged home reluctantly, knowing her perpetually discontented mother-in-law and disabled husband, whom she cared for, awaited her. But the moment she stepped inside, she froze, overhearing their conversation! Their words sent chills down her spine...

Emily Johnson wearily glanced at the clock and let out a resigned sigh as the end of her work shift approached. Lately, work had been her refuge from family troubles, and even the students who hadn’t done their homework and were fooling around in class brought her more joy than her husband and his mother. Emily tried to keep herself busy with something to stay at work longer.

That evening, she decided to organize the paperwork. Emily had been a piano teacher at a children’s arts school for over five years and took her job seriously. Whether it was teaching or documentation, everything was in perfect order.

She had always loved her job, and recently, even more so. A phone call interrupted her work. Glancing at the screen, Emily winced involuntarily.

It was her husband, James. She answered the call. “Where are you at?” he asked in a displeased tone, skipping any greeting.

“At work,” Emily replied, trying to stay calm. In truth, she wanted to scream from the hopelessness that had consumed her for over six months. “Why are you still at work?” James raised his voice.

“You were supposed to be at the store by now to buy groceries. I’m sitting here hungry, you know. I made a whole pot of chili this morning.”

“Tired,” Emily sighed, though she knew full well the chili was long gone. “Are you kidding me?” James was furious. Emily understood what this meant.

She’d spend the entire evening listening to how ungrateful a wife she was. After all, it was her fault her husband ended up in a wheelchair. Six months ago, Emily had asked James to pick her up from work.

It was winter, and the cold was biting. “James, please,” she pleaded softly. “I stopped by the store before work and bought two bags of groceries.”

“Plus, it’s freezing outside.” “And what do you want from me?” James asked, clearly annoyed. “Pick me up,” Emily requested.

She could’ve called a cab, but she wanted her husband to show some care. “Seriously?” James was indignant. “You’re suggesting I drive out in this cold just because you didn’t think ahead? Well, I bought us some treats for dinner.”

Pleased with herself, she replied, “Please.” “Fine,” James muttered through gritted teeth.

“I’ll come.” After work, Emily waited for him at the school’s entrance, but he didn’t show. She called his cell repeatedly until it went out of service.

She had to take a cab home, struggling up to the seventh floor with heavy bags because the elevator was, as usual, broken. Cursing herself, Emily entered the apartment, hoping James hadn’t come for her and wasn’t answering because he was mad.

But the apartment was silent and dark. “James, are you home?” she called. No answer.

She checked the rooms, hoping he was asleep, but James was nowhere. “Strange,” she said to herself. This wasn’t like him.

She tried his number again, but it was still out of service. Reluctantly, she called her mother-in-law, Susan Miller, with whom she had a strained relationship. From the moment they met, Susan had disliked Emily.

Susan had wanted her son to marry his ex-girlfriend, Lauren, a smart, beautiful, and highly sought-after hairdresser. But James chose a “plain piano teacher,” infuriating his mother.

Sighing, Emily dialed Susan’s number. “Hello, Susan, it’s me,” she said. “Well, look who’s calling,” Susan hissed venomously.

“How dare people like you even exist?” “What’s wrong?” Emily was taken aback by Susan’s words. She knew Susan didn’t like her, but this was new.

“You have the nerve to ask what’s going on?” Susan seemed to choke on her anger. “I don’t understand,” Emily said, sitting on the edge of the couch.

She sensed something terrible had happened to James. “My son got into an accident because of you,” Susan’s rage was boundless.

“An accident?” Emily felt like she’d been hit with a heavy object. Her head buzzed. “What’s wrong with James?” “It’s bad,” Susan shouted.

“James will be disabled forever. And it’s all your fault.” “Where’s my husband?” Emily asked quietly.

“In the hospital.” Without thinking, Emily rushed to the hospital. After speaking with the doctors, she learned James had a spinal injury.

He needed expensive rehabilitation, or he might remain wheelchair-bound forever. James, relatively speaking, got off lightly. The other driver wasn’t so lucky.

He was in intensive care, and it was unclear if he’d survive. Initially, Emily took on all the care for her husband. She took leave from the arts school and tended to James, fulfilling his every whim.

Gradually, he began to push her too far. If Emily refused a request, James quickly reminded her whose fault it was that he was on that road. “If you’d used your head, I’d be healthy now,” he’d reproach her.

“So, if I say I want Peking duck, you’d better make it.” “We don’t have extra money,” Emily reminded him repeatedly. “Our savings are gone, so I need to go back to work.”

“And who’ll take care of me?” James raised an eyebrow. “James, I can’t do everything—care for you and earn money,” she countered gently.

She feared saying anything to provoke another outburst. “I’ve got an idea,” James said, squinting. “What?” Emily asked, intrigued.

“We should move in with Mom.” James was proud of his solution. “While you’re working, Mom can help me.”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” Emily said doubtfully. She knew her peaceful life would end the moment she stepped into Susan’s house. “You should’ve thought before asking me to pick you up in that cold,” James snapped.

“So, moving is settled.” “What about my apartment?” Emily sighed heavily. “We’ll rent it out,” James shrugged. “Extra cash won’t hurt.”

“Honestly, we should sell it and use the money for my rehab.” “But you’re against it?” he said mockingly. “It’s a memory of Grandma, and you don’t care about me.” “I do care, but I’m not selling,” Emily said firmly.

For her, preserving what her grandmother left her—the apartment—was vital. “So, we’re moving to Mom’s,” James slammed the table. From then on, Emily’s life became a nightmare.

She became an unpaid maid in Susan’s apartment. She cleaned, cooked, washed, ironed, and still went to work. Due to financial strain, she started tutoring.

Of course, this didn’t sit well with Susan, as Emily spent less time on housework. But James was thrilled since Emily was the only one bringing in money. She paid for utilities, groceries, and necessary medications for Susan and James.

Also living in the apartment was James’s older brother, Michael, who contributed nothing financially. All his earnings went to his own needs. When Emily hinted that Michael should chip in for groceries or utilities, she was quickly put in her place, told not to meddle.

It wasn’t her business. Life in Susan’s apartment grew unbearable by the day. But Emily’s conscience wouldn’t let her abandon everything, so she found one escape—staying late at work.

“Look,” James said in a commanding tone, “stop by the store and buy some red caviar.” “But I don’t have money,” Emily tried to object. “Payday’s a week away.”

“Of course! Who cares what I want?” James asked, offended. “If I could walk, I wouldn’t be begging you for pocket change.” “Pocket change?” Emily’s eyes widened.

“Since when is red caviar pocket change? And the price?” “Don’t nitpick my words,” James waved her off. “If you don’t want to make your husband happy, just say so.” But he hung up without listening.

Emily sighed heavily. She’d have to cut corners somewhere to buy the caviar, or she’d face endless nagging—not just from James but from Susan too.

She got up from the desk, grabbed her purse, and headed out. Stepping outside, Emily smiled. She loved summer for its colors and warmth.

Turning, she saw the man who’d turned her life into hell. Emily glared at him with disdain. God, how she hated this person who’d ruined her life.

Her surroundings were a living hell. Sometimes, she thought about walking away, letting them say whatever they wanted, but her conscience wouldn’t allow her to abandon her disabled husband.

She’d never forgive herself. She’d continue caring for him if not for his whims. “What do you want?” she asked hostilely.

“I want to talk,” the stranger said. “You’ve probably guessed who I am. I’ll remember you for the rest of my life, and we have nothing to discuss.”

She spoke firmly. The last thing she wanted was to talk to this man. Emily turned to walk away, but he stepped in front of her.

“Emily, please listen,” he pleaded. “It’s important to me.”

“I think it’s important for you too.” “Really?” Emily raised an eyebrow. “How’s your information important to me? I’d say I need your help more than your info.”

The man looked embarrassed. “By the way, I’m Ethan.” “What help do I owe you?” Emily was getting angry.

“It’s been over six months. You’d better talk to my husband.” “He’s the last person I should talk to,” Ethan shook his head. “Can you give me 10-15 minutes?” “I really need to get home,” Emily said doubtfully.

She glanced at her watch. “Please, it’s critical,” he begged.

“Fine,” Emily said with some hesitation, mentally scolding herself for being soft.

What did this man want from her? “Let’s sit on the bench near the school.” Without waiting for a reply, Emily walked to the benches shaded by large trees, placing her purse beside her.

“I’m listening,” she said, leaning back and looking at him.

“As you’ve guessed, I’m the other driver in the accident that injured your husband,” Ethan said, staring into the distance. “He got off lightly compared to me.”

“Lightly?” Emily was outraged. “James has been in a wheelchair for six months, and you’re walking just fine, not even limping.”

“I’ve got plenty of other issues,” Ethan chuckled. “But I’m not here to talk about them.”

“Then why are you here?” Emily was tiring of the empty talk. “After I came to in the hospital, I got some bad news,” Ethan sighed. He still couldn’t calmly recall the accident and its aftermath.

“They declared me at fault.” “And that’s bad news for you?” Emily looked at him. “I know I’m not guilty,” Ethan said firmly.

“That day, there was a bad snowstorm, and I was driving at 25 miles per hour, so I couldn’t have caused that much damage, just like your husband.” “I don’t get it,” Emily frowned. “What’s James got to do with it?” “Your husband claims he was driving at the same speed, got it?” Ethan asked hopefully.

“If we were both going 25 miles per hour, the damage wouldn’t have been so severe.” “God!” Emily exhaled. She knew James loved speeding.

He’d been fined multiple times for it. If not for his close friend, Steve, a traffic cop who covered for him, there’d have been more fines. Suddenly, Emily recalled that Steve was the one who responded to the accident.

He wrote the report. “Are you saying James was driving much faster than stated in the report?” “Yes,” Ethan nodded. “I’ll tell you more—your husband ran a red light.”

“I don’t believe you,” Emily was stunned. “How’s that possible? Despite his love for speed, James was a careful driver. He’d never run a red light sober.”

“That’s the thing—he wasn’t sober,” Ethan sighed. “But the report said otherwise.”

Emily stood her ground. “Emily, you know having a buddy in the traffic police can turn things upside down,” Ethan was getting frustrated.

Though he’d promised himself to stay calm. “Your husband’s friend tried to pin the intoxication on me. He would’ve succeeded if my sister, Karen, a lawyer, hadn’t arrived at the scene almost at the same time as the cop.”

She oversaw everything. “What do you want from me?” Emily asked, overwhelmed by the information. “My dashcam, which recorded the accident, is missing.”

Ethan looked at her. She was his only hope to avoid a real sentence and hefty fines for something he didn’t do. “Could you look for it at your place? It’s the only proof of my innocence.” “You think my husband would keep evidence against himself?” Emily asked reasonably.

“If it’s as you say, I doubt James would keep proof of his guilt.” “I know,” Ethan tried to convince her. “But what if he kept the dashcam? You know how it is. Maybe he saved the memory card?” “Ethan, I’d love to help,” Emily said, looking at him with pity. Suddenly, she realized this could be her way out. “We’re not at our place now; we’re at my mother-in-law’s.”

“And I have no idea where to look for a dashcam or a memory card in her apartment. It’s like finding a needle in a haystack.” “Emily, please try,” Ethan pleaded.

“Okay,” she promised. “I’ll call you.” They exchanged numbers.

Emily hurried home. A glimmer of hope appeared. She vowed that if there was evidence of James’s guilt, she’d find it.

Maybe he’d face legal consequences, but she didn’t care anymore. Suddenly, she realized she no longer loved him and would leave him now if not for needing to find the dashcam. Well, she could endure a couple more weeks.

Emily entered the apartment in high spirits. She had a goal. Honestly, she should’ve told James and his mother to go to hell long ago.

Why had she endured their abuse for so long? “Look at her!” Susan hissed, stepping into the hallway. “Finally showed up.”

“Good evening to you too!” Emily smiled.

She decided to ignore the older woman’s antics. “Where’ve you been?” Susan pressed. “At work?” Emily replied cheerfully.

“At work, huh?” At that moment, James wheeled into the hallway, as usual, displeased. “Did you buy the caviar?” he grumbled.

“No,” Emily shook her head. Honestly, she’d forgotten about it.

“You little…” Susan snapped at her daughter-in-law. “The one time your husband asks for something.” “And?” Emily raised an eyebrow.

“Didn’t buy it?” She tried to stay calm, remembering she needed to find the dashcam. “Maybe because I don’t have extra money? Ever think of that?” “You were tutoring yesterday,” James reminded her.

“You should have money.” “So?” Emily shrugged. “That money went to the internet bill.”

“You’re on the computer all day.” “You’re blaming me for that?” James fumed. “If it weren’t for you…” “Oh, I know,” Emily cut him off sharply.

“If not for me, you’d be healthy. Let me remind you, I wasn’t driving—you were. You’re responsible for the accident.” “Who asked you to pick you up?” Susan didn’t back down. “I did,” Emily smiled. “But only because I bought stuff for the holiday dinner.”

“No need for that. We were going shopping together that weekend.” “They say initiative punishes the initiator.”

“That’s how you talk now,” Susan hissed. “Why so bold all of a sudden?” “I saw her with a guy tonight near her school,” Michael said, stepping out of his room.

“She was chatting with him so sweetly, like lovebirds.” “You know who it was?” James asked, eyeing his wife.

He saw a flicker of fear in her eyes, but she quickly composed herself. James thought he’d imagined it. “No,” Michael shook his head. “I saw him from behind.” “You wretch,” Susan pointed at Emily’s chest.

“I’d advise you not to do that again,” Emily warned. “You’re threatening me? In my own home?” Susan was stunned by her audacity. “You put my son in a wheelchair and now have a lover, and you dare talk to me?”

“I will,” Emily said calmly. “First, your son put himself in that situation by driving. Second, that man was a student’s father asking about his son’s progress. Any more questions?” “Not yet,” Susan shook her head, thrown off by Emily’s behavior. Emily had never acted like this.

“If there aren’t, I’m taking a shower and resting.” Emily was amazed at her own boldness. She headed to the bathroom, leaving the family stunned.

“And one more thing,” she turned back. “If I hear one more reproach, I’m leaving this apartment for good, and I’ll take my financial support with me. Got it?” “Yes,” James nodded.

Pleased, Emily locked herself in the bathroom. She started searching shelves for the dashcam or memory card but found nothing.

“You didn’t think it’d be that easy,” she told her reflection in the mirror. “Fine, keep looking.” After showering, Emily stepped out.

“You need to rein her in,” Susan said quietly to James, “or we’re in trouble.” “Mom, what can I do?” James threw up his hands. “If I push her, she’ll pack up and leave.”

“Then what’ll we live on? Don’t count on me,” Michael warned. “I’m not supporting you.” “See?” Susan sighed.

“James, we need to do something.” “Calm down,” James snapped at his mother. “Emily will cool off, and things will go back to normal.”

“What if she knows the truth?” Susan was horrified. “Quiet,” James hushed her. “Even if she doesn’t, hearing you will make her suspect we’re hiding something.”

Emily pressed against the wall, holding her breath to stay unnoticed. She listened closely to what they’d say next.

“By the way, Mom, did you hide what I gave you?” James asked. “You already asked,” Susan replied irritably.

“I told you yes, stop asking.” “Emily won’t stumble on it?” James pressed. “What’s she doing in my room?” Susan was surprised.

“Even if she looks, she won’t find anything.” “Good,” James relaxed, then sighed heavily.

“Man, I’m starving!” “Your wife’s out of the shower soon; tell her,” Michael smirked. “She lives here for free and still acts up.” “Stay out of my marriage,” James advised.

“Get married first, then boss your wife around.” “James is right,” Susan sided with her younger son. “If Emily leaves, what’ll we live on?” “You’ve got a pension,” Michael scoffed.

“And James can get disability.” “Stop mocking,” James snapped. “You know I can’t get benefits.”

“Why’s that?” Emily wondered to herself. “This gets more interesting by the hour.” “I can’t spend my pension now,” Susan argued.

“You know I’m saving for a Europe trip.” “Unbelievable!” Emily thought, outraged. “I’m dragging James and his dysfunctional family along out of guilt, and now this.”

Her husband couldn’t get disability for some reason, Susan was hoarding her pension for travel, and Michael refused to contribute. Emily sighed. “What a fool I am!” She walked to the bathroom door, opened it, and slammed it shut.

She pretended she’d just finished showering. Passing Susan’s room, she glanced at James and his family. “I’m going to bed.”

“I’ve got work tomorrow, plus two lessons,” she said. “So, I hope it’ll be quiet here for once.”

“Of course!” Susan agreed. Emily entered the room she shared with James. She wanted to lock the door and keep him out.

But she couldn’t—not yet. Once she uncovered what James was hiding, then she’d say and do everything she wanted.

Alone, Emily thought about how to get the apartment to herself to search Susan’s room undisturbed. She hoped the item they discussed was the dashcam.

She couldn’t sleep, puzzling over why James couldn’t get disability. Why hadn’t she thought of it sooner?

What was wrong with her lately? Rising early, Emily showered quickly and left for work without breakfast. She wanted to avoid James and his family. To shed the burden of the Johnson family, she needed to find the dashcam or its memory card.

Emily could ignore Ethan and file for divorce, but that’d mean losing the chance to find evidence against James. She couldn’t do that. She wanted the truth about why her husband was deceiving her.

At work, Emily headed straight to the office of violin teacher Sarah, her close friend of over 13 years. “Hey, friend,” Emily smiled upon seeing her. Sarah was a lifeline in Emily’s life.

She always listened, gave advice, and supported her. “Hi,” Sarah was glad to see her. “Coffee?” “Yes, please,” Emily nodded.

She desperately needed a sip of hot coffee. Skipping breakfast, she’d stopped by a store for her favorite pastries. “Emily, you okay?” Sarah asked, concerned, eyeing her friend.

She turned on the kettle. “Not really,” Emily sighed. She needed to share recent events with her friend.

But she feared Sarah would judge her for being weak. Sarah always scolded Emily for bending to James and his family. “Don’t you see they’re using you?” Sarah would fume.

“Blatantly and shamelessly.” “I know,” Emily would defend herself. “I just feel guilty for what happened to James.”

“It’s my penance.” “Sorry, but I don’t get you,” Sarah would end the conversation, knowing she couldn’t sway her friend.

“Someday, she’ll see how wrong she was blaming herself.” Today was different. Emily realized her mistake.

“Sarah, I have so much to tell you,” Emily said. “I’m all ears,” Sarah replied, setting two mugs of fragrant hot coffee on the table. Emily recounted everything from the past day.

Sarah listened attentively, sipping her coffee. “Now I’m at a loss about where to find the dashcam and why James can’t get disability,” Emily finished. “I’ve got a theory about your husband,” Sarah said thoughtfully. “What?” Emily asked eagerly. “I think he recovered from the accident long ago.”

Sarah stated. “And he’s walking fine now.” “If so, why’s he pretending with me?” This hadn’t crossed Emily’s mind.

“There’s a lot of reasons,” Sarah shrugged. “Remember, before the accident, James complained about hating his job and wanting to quit?” “Yeah, vaguely,” Emily said, furrowing her brow. “We fought about it because, in three years of marriage, James changed jobs seven times.”

“Right, you pressured him to stay,” Sarah nodded. “This way, he can quit his hated job and live off you.” “God, I’m such an idiot,” Emily whispered.

“When James quit, it never occurred to me he did it willingly. He said they forced him out because they didn’t need a disabled employee.” “Emily, stop beating yourself up,” Sarah stood and approached her friend.

Sarah took her hand. “Your mind was on other problems. The Johnsons took advantage of that. Good thing you’ve realized it.”

“I never thought I’d thank Ethan for this,” Emily chuckled. “I blamed him for my troubles, but it turns out…” “Find that dashcam, and you’ll be even,” Sarah smiled. Thank God her friend saw what kind of man her husband was.

Lately, Sarah had worried about Emily. “If only I knew where to look,” Emily sighed. “Plus, it’s in Susan’s room, and she’s always home.”

“Searching with her there is dumb. We need to lure her and James out,” Sarah mused. “At least Michael’s at work during the day, so fewer issues with him.”

“True,” Emily shuddered, recalling Michael. She didn’t like him and noticed him staring at her strangely lately.

“Okay, friend, let’s work,” Sarah sighed. “We’ve got evaluations soon.” “Right,” Emily had forgotten about preparing for her qualification review. Family issues had consumed her.

By the end of the workday, Emily was exhausted and sighed. She’d been productive, which thrilled her. Work kept her from thinking about James or his mother.

Suddenly, Sarah burst into her office, beaming. “Emily, look what I got!” she said, handing her some papers.

“What’s this?” Emily was confused. “Two vouchers for a weekend at a countryside retreat,” Sarah announced proudly. “For your husband and his mom.”

“Where’d you get them?” Emily was stunned. “Doesn’t matter,” Sarah grinned, happy to help.

“But it’s too expensive,” Emily whispered. “I don’t have that kind of money to pay you back.” “Pay me when you can,” Sarah waved it off.

“It’s my gift to you. I can’t accept,” Emily protested. “Friend, you know it’s pocket change for our family,” Sarah said firmly.

“When I told Kevin about your troubles, he sorted it out.” “You involved your husband?” Emily felt ashamed that another man was solving her problems. “Stop freaking out,” Sarah advised.

“You know Kevin likes you out of all my friends.” Emily sighed. She knew Sarah had fallen into bad company as a teen.

Thanks to their friendship, Emily helped Sarah escape that mess. If not for Emily shielding her from toxic friends, who knows where Sarah would be. Kevin was grateful to Emily for his wife and supported her.

“Thank your husband,” Emily said gratefully, nearly tearing up from emotion. “I’ll pay it all back.”

“You will,” Sarah smiled, hugging her. “If not for you, I wouldn’t have Kevin or our little Olivia.”

“I owe you for life.” Emily was sincerely thankful for the help. “Now we wait for your in-laws to leave for the retreat.”

“Then Susan’s room is ours to search,” Sarah grinned. “Too bad Michael’s not going anywhere.”

“Listen, I’ll help you,” Sarah offered. “Two are faster, and if Michael comes home early, I’ll distract him.”

“Sarah, you’re amazing!” Emily hugged her again. That evening, Emily presented the vouchers to Susan and James. “Where’d you get the money for these?” Susan asked suspiciously, squinting.

“From the union, for James’s rehab,” Emily smiled, hiding her emotions. She wanted to tell the Johnsons what she really thought.

“At least your job’s good for something,” Susan muttered, clutching the vouchers as if someone might snatch them.

Emily sighed in relief. Now she just had to wait for the apartment to empty. Then she and Sarah would turn Susan’s room upside down to find proof of James’s guilt.

Saturday arrived. Emily was eager for Susan and James to leave for the retreat so she and Sarah could start searching for evidence against James. “Listen carefully,” Susan said sternly, standing by the taxi.

“While we’re gone, do a thorough cleaning. But don’t go in my room.” “How am I supposed to clean then?” Emily asked, surprised.

She had no intention of cleaning. Enough was enough. Even if she found no evidence, she was done serving James’s family.

She brought money home—that was plenty. Finding evidence would be ideal, letting her life take a new path. “I know you’re clumsy,” Susan waved dismissively.

“You’ll ruin my stuff. You’ve learned nothing in life except banging on your piano. What’d your grandma teach you?” “Don’t you dare speak ill of my grandmother,” Emily warned.

She’d tear anyone apart for her grandma, Margaret Evans. Emily’s parents, geologists, were often away. Returning from an expedition, Rachel and David brought seven-year-old Emily a big doll she still kept.

Emily was thrilled to see them. “Mom, can you stay with your granddaughter a couple more days?” Rachel asked shyly. “It’s a joy to be with our Emily,” Margaret smiled.

“She’s so calm, no trouble at all. Where are you off to?” “A friend of David’s invited us to his wedding,” Rachel explained.

Emily’s parents left the next day. She remembered her mom twirling in a beautiful dress before the mirror, her dad gazing at her lovingly. She never saw them alive again.

She recalled the phone ringing at night, Margaret screaming after the call, then crying for hours. Emily comforted her as best she could, not understanding why her grandma, usually so cheerful, was sobbing.

A week later, Margaret told Emily she’d live with her permanently. “Did Mom and Dad go on another expedition?” Emily asked, upset.

“Why didn’t they say goodbye?” “Sweetie, they were called urgently,” Margaret said, avoiding her eyes, afraid Emily would figure it out.

“It’s okay!” Emily smiled, hugging her grandma tightly. “They’ll be back soon, and we’ll live together again!” Two years later, Emily learned her parents died returning from the wedding.

After the celebration, Rachel and David took a cab to their hotel. The driver lost control, and the car plunged off a bridge into a river. By a cruel twist, her parents died, but the driver survived unscathed.

Margaret raised Emily, instilling only the best qualities. Perhaps that’s why Emily trusted people and aimed to help them. But realizing James’s family was exploiting her, she saw she needed to show some teeth.

“What’s got you riled up?” Susan muttered, stepping back from Emily cautiously. “Alright, we’re going,” James mumbled.

He didn’t want to go to this retreat, feeling it was for old folks. He’d planned to tell Emily a friend invited him fishing, but really, he was going to another city with Lauren for a getaway.

Since the accident, Lauren had been a frequent guest at the Johnsons’. Emily didn’t like it, but Susan quickly shut her down, saying Lauren was her guest, and it was none of Emily’s business.

At first, James and Lauren just talked, but feelings reignited, and a romance flared anew. Initially, Lauren was fine with the arrangement, but lately, she’d been throwing tantrums, demanding James leave his “piano teacher.”

She was tired of being second. James wasn’t rushing to do so. Lauren knew the truth about his health, and leaving would mean finding a job, which he enjoyed avoiding. He was torn.

On one hand, the beautiful, passionate Lauren drove him wild but was demanding and self-assured. On the other, convenient Emily quietly supported the family. He felt sorry for her, but as they say, if you want to live with the man you love, you pay a price.

Michael helped James into the car, then silently walked away. This suited Emily perfectly. After seeing off her husband and mother-in-law, she returned to the apartment.

She grabbed her phone and called Sarah. “Hello, Sarah?” “All good,” Emily smiled. “The apartment’s ours.”

“I’ll be there soon,” Sarah replied. Emily went to the kitchen and put on the kettle. Her hands trembled slightly—if she and Sarah got lucky, she’d be free of the Johnsons today.

Not waiting for Sarah, Emily grabbed the vacuum and headed to Susan’s room. She decided to break Susan’s rule and start searching for the dashcam. In the room, she looked around.

“Okay, where to start?” she said to herself. She opened the closet and scanned the shelves. This would be tough.

She closed it and moved toward the window, setting the vacuum aside so it wouldn’t get in the way. “What are you doing here?” a voice startled her from behind.

Emily paled. Turning, she saw Michael in the doorway. “I was going to clean,” she stammered.

Lost in thought, she hadn’t heard him enter. “Mom told you not to touch her room,” Michael reminded her, stepping inside, his eyes fixed on her.

“Right, forgot,” Emily slapped her forehead. “I’ll go to my and James’s room.” “No,” Michael shook his head.

“I’ve waited too long for this moment to let it slip.” Emily looked at him, terrified, unsure what he wanted.

She decided to steer clear, grabbing the vacuum to pass him. “Where do you think you’re going?” Michael asked quietly, blocking her path.

His voice sent chills down her spine. His gaze was unrelenting, staring straight into her eyes. “To my room,” Emily stammered, cursing herself for not waiting for Sarah. Michael wouldn’t dare with her around.

“Your room?” Michael sneered. “You’ve got nothing here anymore. You’re only here because your husband allows it.”

“Deal with James,” Emily said quickly. She held the vacuum in front of her like a shield. “Why bother with my brother when you’re right here? You know everything in life has a price.”

Michael toyed with her like a cat with a mouse, relishing her fear. He’d had his eye on his brother’s wife for a while but hadn’t acted. Now, he thought, was the perfect time to have some fun.

If Emily told anyone, Michael would dismiss it, saying she came onto him. “What do you want?” Emily played dumb to stall, knowing Sarah would arrive soon.

“What do you think?” Michael ran his hand over her face. Emily flinched from his touch.

“Don’t be stupid! I’ll tell my husband!” she threatened. She stepped back, and Michael closed the distance.

She knew retreating reduced her chances of escaping. “Seriously?” Michael laughed. “You think he’ll rush to defend you?” “Yes,” Emily nodded.

“We love each other.” “God, you’re dumber than I thought!” Michael wiped tears of laughter. “You’re just free labor to him, plus you pay for his whims.”

“What are you talking about?” Emily frowned. “Your precious husband isn’t disabled,” Michael blurted.

“He recovered from the accident.” “Recovered?” Emily was shocked. How had she missed this? Was she so blinded by guilt? Why hadn’t James told her? Why lie about his condition and blame her?

She couldn’t believe James was that cynical. Yes, a hypocrite and lazy, but not that cruel. Silent.

“The hospital records are in Mom’s room. I can show you,” Michael said, slowly advancing.

His predatory gaze never left her. “Plus, our James rekindled things with Lauren.” “What Lauren?” Emily repeated, though she knew exactly who.

Susan had drilled into her that Emily was no match for James’s ex. “Don’t play dumb,” Michael snapped.

He was done with the chatter. Suddenly, he yanked the vacuum from her hands—her makeshift shield—and tossed it aside. He grabbed her tightly, pinning her so she couldn’t move.

Emily screamed in fear. Michael tried to cover her mouth. She jerked away.

Losing balance, Michael fell, and Emily climbed onto the couch, screaming, “Help! Help!” She shouted as loud as she could, hoping neighbors would hear. Michael got up and advanced, his eyes wild like a predator’s.

“Scream louder!” he laughed. “No one’s coming.” “Wrong!” a voice thundered. It was Sarah.

Emily looked at her friend as if she’d just saved the world. Tears of relief streamed down her face. Sarah, focused and alert, held a pepper spray in her right hand, a gift from Kevin “just in case.” Now was that case. Hearing Emily’s screams from the stairwell, Sarah yanked the unlocked door open, grabbed the spray, and confronted the threat.

“Emily, you okay?” Sarah asked, not taking her eyes off Michael.

She quickly dialed a number with her free hand. “Come up,” she said, then hung up, pocketing the phone. “I’m fine now,” Emily nodded. “How’d you get here?” Michael hissed. “This is private property, and you’re not welcome. Leave, or I’m calling the cops.”

He was furious. He’d spent so long plotting to get Emily, and this woman ruined it. “Go ahead,” Sarah said firmly.

“You can tell them why you attacked my friend.” “What attack?” Michael shrugged. “We’re old lovers; it’s just our games.”

“Liar!” Emily shouted. “You disgust me, let alone sleep with you.” “Never thought you were such a hypocrite,” Michael sighed bitterly.

“Five minutes ago, you were begging me to sleep with you, but now your friend’s here, you’re a proper married woman.” “Shame on you,” Sarah shook her head, staying vigilant. “I know my friend. She’d never sleep with a lowlife like you.”

“But she did with my brother,” Michael smirked. “Even the best make mistakes.”

Sarah eyed Michael. “Emily, how long to pack?” “Twenty minutes,” Emily replied quickly.

She edged toward the door, watching Michael. Just then, Kevin entered. Seeing his wife with pepper spray, he asked, “Need help?” “Kevin, keep this guy from bothering us while Emily packs,” Sarah requested, stowing the spray.

“Got it.” Kevin blocked the doorway, letting Emily pass. Michael knew he was no match for Kevin physically, so he sat on the couch and turned on the TV.

Better she leaves, he thought. He’d tell his mom and brother Emily came onto him, and he kicked her out. Let her try proving otherwise.

Fifteen minutes later, the friends emerged with a suitcase. “All set?” Kevin asked.

“Not quite,” Emily looked at Michael. “You said there’s proof of James’s guilt in this room.” “You misheard,” Michael muttered, avoiding her gaze.

“No, I didn’t,” Emily said firmly. “I need it.” “Buddy, hand it over,” Kevin threatened.

He stepped into the room. Michael jumped up, flipped a chair, and revealed a large folder taped to its underside.

“This it?” Kevin asked sternly, taking the papers. “Yes,” Michael said, scared.

“If you’re lying…” Kevin raised a fist. “Girls, let’s go.” The friends didn’t need convincing.

They hurried out, followed by Kevin. Outside, Emily sighed in relief.

She clutched the papers tightly. Too bad they didn’t find the dashcam, but they had proof of James’s faked disability.

Maybe it’d help Ethan in court. “Guys, thank God for you,” Emily said, grateful for Sarah and Kevin.

“And you for us,” Sarah hugged her. “Enough standing in the open,” Kevin said, loading Emily’s suitcase into the trunk. “Let’s go home,” Emily smiled. “We’ve got something to celebrate.”

Just then, a tall, beautiful woman approached. “Emily, hello,” she said. “I need to talk.”

Emily looked at her, never having met Lauren but instantly knowing it was her. “I’m listening,” Emily said firmly.

She felt Sarah stand beside her, ready to help. “I’m Lauren,” the woman introduced herself. “Your husband’s friend.”

“You mean mistress?” Emily corrected. “Let’s call it what it is.” “If it makes you feel better,” Lauren shrugged indifferently. She wasn’t here for that. She wanted to set things straight.

She was tired of being second. Let her lover’s wife understand you can’t hold someone with blackmail and deceit. “What do you want to talk about?” Emily asked, exhausted.

Suddenly, she didn’t care. She wanted a shower and bed. Thank God Sarah and Kevin arrived in time at that awful apartment.

She shuddered at what could’ve happened with Michael. “Emily, let’s go to the park,” Lauren nodded toward a park Emily once loved, where she’d stroll for hours. After James’s accident, she’d wheel him there.

She remembered him yelling he wasn’t disabled to wander among trees. Emily smirked. God, what a fool she’d been.

To blindly trust James. And he… “No way,” Sarah objected. “Talk here.”

“It’s awkward discussing personal stuff in the courtyard,” Lauren said, showing no emotion—no anger, no complaints. Nothing.

She seemed lost in thought. “She’s right,” Emily said, glancing at Sarah. She looked up at the apartment windows, where Michael stared at her.

“Let’s go.” “Emily, but…” Sarah tried to protest. “Sweetie, let them talk,” Kevin said, putting an arm around his wife. “They need this.”

“Fine,” Sarah sighed, yielding to her husband.

She glared at Lauren. “We’ll be nearby. Whatever you’re planning, it won’t work.”

“Don’t worry,” Lauren said calmly. “I’m not here to hurt your friend. I just need to talk.”

“I warned you,” Sarah was unyielding. Waiting until Emily and Lauren moved a few feet away, Sarah followed.

“Sarah,” Kevin said warningly, but she ignored him. Her friend had suffered enough today.

She didn’t need this woman causing more pain. Emily walked the path, sensing Lauren’s tension. But what kind of rival was she? Emily and James were done, thank goodness.

Suddenly, Emily wanted to warn her. “Lauren, did you know James recovered from the surgery?” “Yes,” Lauren replied quietly.

“I knew from the day he got out of the wheelchair.” “Got it,” Emily sighed. Apparently, everyone knew except her.

Guess the wife’s always the last to know—about the mistress too. Oddly, Lauren walked silently beside her.

This started to annoy Emily. Why call for a talk and then say nothing? “Emily, here’s what I wanted to discuss,” Lauren said, sighing.

“As I said, I’m your husband’s friend,” she repeated. Emily looked at her, not understanding Lauren’s demeanor.

“Just say what you want,” Emily stopped abruptly and faced her. “I need your help.” Lauren seemed on the verge of tears.

“Lauren, what’s wrong?” Emily scanned for a bench, sensing Lauren needed to sit. Guiding her to the nearest one, Emily looked at her intently.

“Tell me what’s bothering you,” she urged James’s wife. “Emily, please let James go,” Lauren pleaded, taking Emily’s hands.

“Understand, I’m pregnant with his child.” “Congrats,” Emily smirked. Children were a sore subject.

Married to James for three years, she’d dreamed of kids. But he was adamantly against it, saying they needed to live for themselves, get stable, build savings.

Emily listened and agreed, proud of his responsible approach to parenthood. After the accident, kids were the last thing on her mind.

“Congratulations,” she forced out. “If only,” Lauren’s eyes welled up. “We can’t be together because of you.”

“What do you mean?” Emily looked at her, stunned. This she hadn’t expected. “Emily, stop blackmailing James,” Lauren begged.

“We’re having a child soon, and he needs to be there.” “Who’s stopping you?” Emily stared at her. “You!” Lauren broke down crying.

“You’re keeping James by your side. Yes, he wronged you, but that’s no reason to blackmail him. I want my child to grow up in a full family with a mom and dad.”

“Go ahead!” Emily shrugged. “But why do you think I’m blackmailing him?” “He told me,” Lauren said, wiping tears. “You threaten to hurt yourself if he leaves, and he wants a child, but you can’t give him one.”

“What nonsense?” Emily muttered. “Yes,” Lauren continued, ignoring her. “James said you’re infertile.”

“Understand, my man doesn’t trust you. He keeps documents and things at my place so you won’t find them.” Emily looked at Lauren thoughtfully.

What if the dashcam was at her apartment? Now she needed an excuse to get there. “Lauren, I’m telling you seriously,” Emily said firmly. “I’m not holding James. If he wanted to leave, he would’ve.”

“I don’t believe you,” Lauren shouted. “Emily, you okay?” Sarah approached, seeing Lauren’s near-hysteria.

“Lauren’s pregnant with James’s kid, and he’s lying that I’m infertile and threatening suicide if he leaves,” Emily explained chaotically. “What a jerk,” Sarah cursed, out of polite words for her friend’s husband.

“By the way, does James know you’re pregnant?” Emily asked suddenly. “No, I was going to surprise him today,” Lauren replied, wiping tears. “But he went to the retreat with his mom.”

“I begged him to stay, but he said he couldn’t because his mom spent so much on the vouchers.” “His mom?” the friends asked in unison, exchanging glances. Lauren didn’t notice their surprise.

She was convinced James was unhappy in his marriage, trapped by a manipulative wife. “Lauren, I’m sorry, but James is lying to you,” Sarah said. “I don’t believe you,” Lauren repeated mechanically.

Emily looked at this beautiful, miserable woman and understood her. Just days ago, she’d blindly loved and trusted James. “Listen, I’ve got an idea,” Kevin approached.

“Let’s go to James at the retreat.” “Why?” Sarah was surprised. “Lauren, can you tell James you’re pregnant?” Kevin looked at her.

He saw her face change, tears giving way to a smile. “I’m in,” Lauren said, pleased.

“But first, we need to discuss the details,” Kevin said thoughtfully. Lauren looked at him curiously.

What was he on about? Surely James would be thrilled to learn he’d be a father. Whatever his wife said, the fertility issue was with Emily. She was just trying to smear James to push Lauren away.

“What do you want me to do?” Lauren smiled, imagining James spinning her in his arms upon hearing about their child. She’d dreamed of this moment.

They’d been through so much, so God rewarded them with this precious gift—a child. “Lauren, when you see James, don’t mention we’re nearby,” Kevin requested. “Why?” she asked, puzzled.

“For a clean experiment,” he explained, winking slyly at Sarah.

Sarah got that Kevin had a plan. Her husband was clever; she wouldn’t interfere. Maybe his idea would pay off. They headed to Kevin’s car.

“You think the dashcam’s at Lauren’s place?” Sarah whispered to Emily, ensuring Lauren, walking with Kevin, didn’t hear. “I’m sure of it,” Emily replied quietly. “James isn’t dumb enough to keep evidence at home.”

“Besides the health records in his mom’s room.” “Why are we all going to the retreat?” Sarah asked. “I don’t quite get it.”

“Honestly, neither do I,” Emily admitted. “But if your husband says we should, we should. Let’s go.”

Sarah sighed. She hated not understanding. “We’ll figure it out at the retreat.”

Two hours later, Kevin’s car entered the retreat’s grounds. Lauren counted the minutes until she saw James. “Lauren, let’s review,” Kevin said.

He saw her impatience but felt it necessary to go over the plan. “You and James need to stand by those big bushes.” He pointed to a park on the retreat’s grounds.

“I remember,” Lauren squirmed in her seat. She wasn’t in the mood for talk, especially with these people.

She’d do as needed. Lauren stepped out, pulled her phone from her purse, and dialed James. “Hey, sweetie!” she cooed.

“Guess where I am? No, I’m at the retreat’s entrance. The one you’re at with your mom. Babe, I missed you!” Hearing Lauren’s tone with James, Emily smirked. She and James rarely used pet names, sticking to first names.

“Come out!” Lauren hung up and headed to the entrance.

Kevin, Emily, and Sarah got out and hid behind a bushy hedge—perfect for watching and listening.

Sarah waited to record James and Lauren’s talk on her phone. It might come in handy. You never know.

Minutes later, James and Susan exited the building. “Miracle!” Sarah whispered. “Our martyr’s walking.”

“No kidding,” Emily shook her head. She’d believed James for six months without a hint of doubt. “Quiet, you chatterboxes!” Kevin hushed them.

“We’ll miss the good stuff.” “Lauren, darling!” Susan said, arms open to hug her. “What brings you here?” “I came to tell James big news,” Lauren replied, hugging Susan, her eyes on James.

“What news?” Susan asked.

“Let’s sit in the park,” Lauren invited. She saw James was in a foul mood, but she’d fix that. Sitting on a bench, Susan looked at Lauren eagerly.

“So, what’s the news?” she asked. “I’m pregnant,” Lauren announced proudly. “James, you’re gonna be a dad.”

She looked at James, who froze like a statue. “Seriously?” Susan asked, unsure how to react.

She wanted grandkids, but James was just starting his business. Money for that would now go to a child. Blissful, Lauren didn’t notice James’s silence or Susan’s pensiveness. She was overjoyed.

Emily sighed, pitying lovesick Lauren. Three years with James taught her his ways.

She saw he wasn’t thrilled about the pregnancy. Poor Lauren! “James, why’re you quiet?” Lauren asked, finally noticing his mood.

“It’s just bad timing,” James mumbled, staring at a spot. “You don’t want our child?” Lauren was stunned.

“How? You said you wanted a baby.” “Lauren, don’t start,” James stood, pacing, thinking.

“We need to do something.” “What?” Lauren’s eyes teared up.

“Your pregnancy’s inconvenient,” James repeated. “My business is just taking off. I can’t deal with this now.” “Our child’s a distraction?” Lauren was shocked.

“Don’t exaggerate,” James said. “Lauren, listen,” Susan sat beside her, arm around her.

“James is right. You need stability first. Build a financial cushion, then think about kids.” “But my baby’s here now,” Lauren stood firm.

“You’re thinking only of yourself,” Susan shook her head disapprovingly. “James faces a tough divorce. You don’t know the fits Emily throws.”

“If she learns you’re pregnant, you’ll be in danger. You know she can’t have kids.” “I’ll show them danger,” Emily thought.

Kevin’s hand on her shoulder stopped her, his look warning her to stay put. Emily raised her hands, signaling she wouldn’t move.

“Plus, if she finds out about my car wash, she’ll demand a share,” James added, persuading Lauren. “I’ll divorce her quick, and it’ll be clean.” “Lauren, remember you wanted to sell your place to fund your business with James?” Susan reminded.

“I do,” Lauren nodded. “But where’ll we live?” “Idiot,” Emily whispered. “He’ll take her money and ditch her pregnant.”

“Quiet,” Kevin hushed her. “My dear,” James knelt before Lauren.

“Here’s the plan. While I’m at the retreat, you handle the pregnancy.” “James already filed for divorce,” Susan interjected.

“After, you’ll have the three-bedroom apartment James and his wife had.” Sarah and Emily exchanged looks. They were eyeing Emily’s grandma’s apartment? Unbelievable! “James, I don’t want to lose our baby,” Lauren pleaded.

“Don’t complicate things,” James urged. “Girls, our cue,” Kevin said decisively. Emily stepped out from the bushes, smiling sweetly at her husband, arms outstretched.

“James, darling!” she cooed. “Pinch me!” “Why?” James was flustered.

He stared at her, confused. “What’s she doing here?” “Why?” Emily smiled, masking her rage.

She wanted to tear into this two-faced man. “It’s the first time in six months I see you walking. Isn’t that a miracle?” “I, uh, walk,” James stammered.

Only now did he realize he was standing before his wife, not in a wheelchair. “You do!” Emily feigned joy. “James, I’m so happy! Imagine how our life’ll change!” “How?” James, shocked, echoed her.

He didn’t know how to wriggle out. Caught faking his disability, with Lauren nearby. God forbid she spilled something to Emily.

While married, Emily couldn’t know about his mistress or car wash. “What do you mean, how?” Emily smiled. “We’ll move back to our apartment.”

“You’ll go back to work, live like before. Best of all—we’ll have a baby.” “What baby?” James stared at her.

“God, is she pregnant too?” He couldn’t handle that. “James, I get you’re overwhelmed with joy. I can’t believe my eyes either.” Emily glanced at Susan, who’d been silent, frantically thinking.

“Oh, my dear mother-in-law’s speechless with joy.” “Susan, you can relax now.”

“We’re moving out.” “You didn’t bother me,” Susan shrugged. Her Europe trip dreams were crumbling.

Why did Emily show up with her friend? “I’d be happy to keep living together.” “Why?” Emily was surprised.

“I own a three-bedroom apartment, so no need to share space. Plus, I want a baby.” She pouted playfully.

Sarah watched, mentally applauding. Emily was masterfully riling James and his mom. A few more minutes, and they’d show their true colors.

Sarah glanced at Lauren and stopped smiling. Lauren looked pitiful, pale, pained watching her beloved say nothing to his supposed ex-wife.

Only now did Lauren see James was a liar and scoundrel. Sarah took her hand for support. Yes, Lauren was wrong, dating a married man.

Yes, she waited for James to divorce. Yes, she got pregnant by a married man. But who could judge her? Are we all wise in love? When we hear what we want, it doesn’t matter if it’s true.

Lauren, eyes on James, gripped Sarah’s hand tightly. She needed support, realizing James’s words didn’t match reality. “Emily, now’s not the time for a kid,” James mumbled.

“Understand, I’m just recovering.” “That’s the only issue?” Emily perked up. “Nonsense.”

“Our baby’ll give you strength to move forward. Picture it—you’ll be a dad. You’ll feel responsible for this child.”

“You’ll want the best for them. Maybe you’ll even start a business.” “What business?” James stammered, glancing at his mom. How did his wife know? Coincidence? “We’ll sell Susan’s apartment,” Emily said brightly, brimming with ideas.

“Why mine?” Susan was stunned.

“Because we’ll live in mine with the baby.” Emily looked at Susan like she was deranged for not getting it. “What’s unclear?” “Where’ll I live?” Susan asked.

Panic rose in her. She needed a plan before Emily left her homeless. “Where?” Emily was shocked by the question.

“We’ll find you a rental, but Michael will pay for it.” “I don’t understand,” Susan sat on the bench.

The last half-hour felt like absurd theater. With Lauren, she’d controlled the situation, but Emily was a hurricane, sweeping everything away.

Emily fired off brilliant ideas one after another. Susan needed time to think.

“James, take me to my room,” Susan said, standing. “Susan, come on,” Emily pouted.

“We were having such a nice chat, and you’re leaving, taking my beloved husband.” “Emily, what do you want?” James asked brusquely.

He was fed up with her theatrics. “I want a divorce,” Emily stopped smiling.

“Good luck,” James sneered. “Don’t think you’ll get rid of me that easily.” “You used to blackmail me with your disability,” Emily said quietly, her words steely.

“Now I know you’ve been lying about the accident’s effects.” “Prove it,” James stopped smirking, sensing the gravity.

“I’ll get the hospital records if needed,” Emily threatened, shifting topics. “By the way, I know about your car wash.” “How?” James paled.

“Who told you?” “Good people,” Sarah couldn’t resist. “You’re the good person?” James glared at Lauren, standing by Sarah.

“What an idiot!” “Don’t insult women,” Kevin warned. “Screw you all,” James shouted. “You won’t get anything from me.”

“Hear that?” “We’ll see,” Emily smiled, thrilled.

She was done with this farce. Everything was clear.

She headed to the car, followed by Sarah and Lauren. Kevin lagged, tying his shoelace.

Approaching the car, Emily turned. “I don’t want this kid. Damn you.”

“It’s all your fault,” James yelled hatefully, rushing at Lauren and shoving her toward the road. Lauren, caught off guard, fell hard on the asphalt.

The last thing she saw was a car speeding toward her. Emily couldn’t grasp how this happened. She stared at Lauren on the road, blaming herself.

If she hadn’t dragged James’s pregnant mistress into this, Lauren would be safe at home. Now she lay unconscious, and the baby’s fate was uncertain.

Thankfully, the driver swerved just in time, avoiding Lauren. The car spun and stopped in the road. Good thing the retreat was rural, with light traffic.

The driver got out and approached Lauren, where Sarah knelt, checking on her. Sarah called Lauren’s name, avoiding touching her in case of injury.

Any wrong move could be disastrous, and Sarah wanted no part in that. In the brief time she’d known Lauren, she’d grown fond of her story. James tried to flee after pushing Lauren, but Kevin stopped him.

He quickly restrained the coward, holding him tight. “Let me go!” James squealed, struggling.

“It hurts!” “Try moving again, and I’ll hit you,” Kevin promised. “It’ll hurt more.” James, a coward at heart, avoided fights, fearing damage to his “pretty face.”

That was the last thing he wanted. After Kevin’s warning, he quieted, seemingly resigned.

In reality, he was waiting for a chance to break free. He knew the police would arrive soon, and this stunt wouldn’t go unpunished. Susan ran up to Kevin.

Despite her age, she was spry, aiming to hit Kevin to free her precious son. “You brute! You’re hurting my James!” she screamed, swinging her small fists.

Kevin dodged the old woman’s blows. “Let my James go!” Emily turned to Susan, fury rising.

Even now, Susan defended her son. Emily stepped between Susan and Kevin, glaring at her mother-in-law.

“Touch Kevin again, and I don’t know what I’ll do!” she threatened. “Instead of staying out of it, you’re trying to save your son from his consequences. Your James is a monster who nearly killed his child’s mother, and you’re defending him.”

“Because James is my beloved son!” Susan declared proudly. “Who’s to blame if he’s unlucky with women?” “What’s wrong?” Emily raised an eyebrow. “Me? Her?” She nodded at Lauren.

“You ruined my son’s life! You should’ve kissed his feet for noticing you.” “Should I have carried him too?” Emily asked sarcastically. She saw Susan was obsessed with her son, no matter his actions; he’d always be perfect to her.

“You’re ungrateful!” Susan jabbed Emily’s chest. “Look at yourself!” “What’s wrong with me?” Emily asked. “You’re pitiful to look at!” Susan sneered, scanning her.

“Then why did your perfect man marry someone like me?” Emily wondered. She wasn’t a global beauty but wasn’t unattractive. Her kind face, framed by lively blonde curls, and deep blue eyes drove many men wild.

“After Lauren, so vibrant and fiery, he wanted a quiet, docile girl who’d worship him,” Susan admitted. “Well, that’s how it was,” Emily said bitterly. For three years, she’d idolized her husband.

She thought they had a perfect family. In reality, James merely tolerated her because she was convenient. When Lauren reentered his life, he craved the excitement she brought.

James hadn’t considered one thing: Lauren was a person with her own emotions and desires. She wanted to be loved and have a family, not just stolen moments with a married man when it suited him.

“And if that fool had been smarter…” Susan glared at Lauren on the road. “Everything would be fine now. God, I hate her!” “For what?” Kevin asked, stunned, listening to the exchange.

James stood, lost in his thoughts. “Lauren’s pregnancy ruined my plans,” Susan confessed. She’d dreamed of seeing Europe, and now that might never happen.

Michael was no help, caring only for himself, ignoring her dreams. Only James understood and supported her.

“Lauren’s not the only one responsible for the pregnancy,” Emily smirked. “Your son was very involved, so he’s equally accountable.” Just then, the police and ambulance arrived.

Kevin handed James to the officers, explaining what happened. Witnesses who saw the incident approached. Susan initially interrupted, hindering the police.

Eventually, the officers’ patience ran out, warning her she’d be detained for obstructing if she continued. Susan stepped back. She loved her son, but her freedom was dearer.

Emily approached Lauren to check on her. The expectant mother was conscious but felt awful.

Pain in her lower abdomen persisted. “Sarah, what do the doctors say?” Emily asked quietly. “She needs to go to the hospital now, or it’ll be bad,” Sarah whispered.

The medics carefully placed Lauren on a stretcher and carried her to the ambulance. Suddenly, Lauren called for Emily. “What’s wrong?” Emily hurried to her.

“My apartment keys are in my purse,” Lauren said weakly. “Go there.” “Why?” Emily was surprised.

“There’s a big, beautiful flower in the living room,” Lauren said. “Water it, please. Just today.

It’s really important.” Exhausted, the friends left the hospital late that night. They’d waited for the doctor, who confirmed Lauren and her baby were stable.

Loyal Kevin waited outside in the car. “Alright, ladies, where to?” he asked as Emily and Sarah got in. “Home?” “No,” Sarah said firmly.

“We’re going to Lauren’s place.” “Why?” Kevin was puzzled. “Can’t the flower wait till morning?” “You see?” Sarah was surprised.

“Lauren didn’t mention that flower for nothing.” “You think?” Kevin asked skeptically. She was in no state to think clearly.

“Kevin, don’t annoy me,” Sarah warned. “If I say today, it’s today.” “Alright, honey, don’t get mad,” Kevin raised his hands in surrender. “I just thought…”

“Kevin!” Sarah cut him off, tired but firm. Sighing, she added, “Don’t be upset.

Even if it’s just to water a flower, it’s a chance to search Lauren’s place for the dashcam.” Emily, silent on the back seat, staring out the window, spoke up. “Sarah, what if James destroyed the dashcam long ago?”

“Why keep evidence against himself?” “I didn’t think of that,” Sarah admitted, realizing Emily might be right. “So, Ethan will need a miracle to prove his innocence in court, especially since Steve rigged everything to make James the victim.”

Emily punched her knee in frustration. “Life’s so unfair!” “Don’t give up yet, friend,” Sarah tried to hug her, knowing she was right.

James wasn’t foolish enough to keep proof of his guilt. “Let’s hope your ex is brainless.” “Judging by his actions, he is,” Kevin muttered, driving.

“I don’t know,” Emily looked out the window again. At Lauren’s apartment, they headed straight for the flower in the living room.

“I don’t get it,” Sarah said, baffled. “Why water it? It’s fake.” “I told you, Lauren wasn’t thinking straight,” Kevin reiterated.

Emily carefully lifted the artificial flower from the pot, revealing a folder of papers at the bottom. “What’s this?” Sarah asked, surprised. “Let’s see,” Emily opened it and scanned the contents.

“Here’s a district permit, a land lease, environmental inspection reports.” Sarah flipped through the stack. “Girls, these are all the car wash documents,” Kevin summarized.

“Why are they at Lauren’s?” Sarah wondered. “Where else would he keep them if not with his mistress?” Emily asked. “I could find them at home, and James didn’t want that. He didn’t expect us to meet Lauren.”

“What a creep,” Sarah fumed. “Serves him right.” “Too bad there’s no dashcam or memory card in this pot,” Emily said, rechecking the folder.

“What’s stopping us from searching Lauren’s place?” Sarah asked. “Feels wrong,” Emily shrugged. “Wrong? Sleeping on the ceiling’s wrong—blankets fall off,” Sarah stood decisively.

“Let’s wait till tomorrow and ask Lauren,” Emily suggested. “If she has the dashcam, she’ll give it to us.” “Fine, we’ll wait,” Sarah agreed.

“But I’m taking a quick look around, just in case it’s in plain sight.” “Sarah, really?” Emily chuckled. “If Lauren hid documents in a flowerpot, the dashcam’s in some secret spot too.”

“Still,” Sarah insisted, hurrying out of the living room. “Wife, I’m with you!” Kevin followed. Emily smiled.

She was lucky to have Sarah and Kevin. Without them, who knows how this would’ve ended. Her phone rang. “Yes, Ethan, hello,” she answered.

“Emily, hi,” Ethan said. “Not interrupting? Can you talk?” “Sure,” Emily smiled. “Any news for me?” he asked eagerly.

“No dashcam, sorry,” she disappointed him. “I think it’s long gone. It’s direct evidence against James, and he wouldn’t keep it.”

“Honestly, I know,” Ethan sighed. “I’d destroy it too.” “But I’ve got good news,” Emily said, gazing out the window.

“What?” Ethan perked up. “James recovered from the accident and is doing fine.” She watched the summer sunset.

The fiery orb sank below the horizon, its rays painting clouds in vivid reds and purples. Emily was captivated by the beauty. “Hello, Emily?” Ethan called.

“Still there?” “Yes,” she snapped back. “Sorry, I got lost in the sunset. It’s stunning, like a kid’s wonder.”

“I agree,” Ethan smiled. “Summer sunsets have something thrilling.” “So, James isn’t disabled anymore,” his tone turned serious.

“That’s something.” “Yes,” Emily nodded. “Sorry to let you down.”

“You’re not to blame,” Ethan sighed. “I’ll keep searching for proof of my innocence. If you need help, call me,” Emily offered suddenly.

“Will do,” he promised. “Goodbye.” “Goodbye.”

Emily ended the call, staring out the window. Life was so unpredictable.

Days ago, she thought she had it all—husband, mother-in-law. Now everything flipped. She’d lived in a fog, blind to her surroundings.

“Penny for your thoughts?” Sarah approached. “Nothing much,” Emily waved off. “Find anything?” “No,” Sarah sighed sadly.

“I’ve got an idea,” Emily said suddenly. “I’ll offer James a deal. If he admits guilt in the accident, I won’t claim the car wash in the divorce.”

Waking the next morning, Emily felt drained. The past days had exhausted her. She wanted to close her eyes and open them when it was over.

Too bad she didn’t have a time machine. She’d fix many moments in her life. “You up?” Sarah peeked in, sitting on the bed.

“How you feeling?” “Like a tank ran me over,” Emily groaned. “Understandable,” Sarah nodded.

“So much hit you at once. Plans for today?” “Visit Lauren to check on her,” Emily said thoughtfully. “Then notify the tenants to move out.

I’ll ask them to vacate quickly.” “Don’t you like staying with us? Stay as long as you need,” Sarah raised her eyebrows. “We don’t mind.”

“I feel bad for your husband,” Emily admitted, sitting up. “You spent all day yesterday sorting my mess, and now you’re letting me live here.” “Emily, say that again, and I’ll be mad,” Sarah warned. “You put so much effort into pulling me out of the mess I was in.”

“Your debt’s more than paid,” Emily countered. “Stop talking nonsense.”

“You stop,” Sarah snapped. “We’re friends. Let’s stop keeping score of who owes what.”

“I help because my heart says so. Got it?” “Thanks,” Emily hugged her, tears of gratitude welling up.

Just then, Kevin appeared in the doorway. “Girls, can I come in?” he asked.

Seeing their tears, he froze. “What’s wrong?” “All good,” Sarah sniffled, wiping her eyes. “We had a heart-to-heart.”

“Phew, you scared me,” Kevin exhaled. “Thought something happened again.”

“Everything’s fine,” Emily smiled, happy for such true friends, there in joy and trouble. “Now, quick to the bathroom to wash up,” Kevin ordered.

“Then to the kitchen. I made awesome pancakes.” “What a great husband,” Sarah grinned.

“I’m jealous of myself sometimes.” “Don’t be—kiss me instead.” Kevin hugged his wife.

“God, they’re at it again,” Emily thought, happy for Sarah. She slipped out of bed and darted to the bathroom.

After breakfast, the friends drove to the hospital to see Lauren, stopping to buy her fruit. “Girls, why so much?” Lauren teared up, touched by their care.

Looking at Emily, she blushed. “I’m so ashamed before you.”

“For what?” Emily frowned. “For James,” Lauren looked down.

“Dating him, I thought awful things about you, wished you the worst. James said you were sick, and his conscience wouldn’t let him leave you.” “Lauren, don’t sweat it,” Emily smiled. “Focus on your baby.”

“What’s the doctor say? All clear?” “Danger’s passed,” Lauren rubbed her belly. “When James rejected the baby, I thought I wouldn’t keep it.”

“But when I almost lost my baby…” Her voice trembled, tears welling. “Hey, what’s wrong?” Sarah approached.

“All’s well. You’re in a magical time, expecting a child.

Forget bad thoughts.” “Lauren, think of your baby,” Emily said, surprised at her lack of anger.

Instead, she was grateful to Lauren for revealing James’s true nature. “Your child is a huge gift from fate.”

“You’re right,” Lauren beamed, loving her baby despite everything. “Lauren, can I ask something?” Emily said suddenly. “Sure,” Lauren tensed. “Did James give you a dashcam or memory card to keep?” The question nagged Emily.

“The dashcam from the other driver’s car?” Lauren clarified. “Yes, we need it badly,” Emily held her breath.

If Lauren asked, James had Ethan’s dashcam. “Sorry to disappoint,” Lauren sighed. “James destroyed both the dashcam and card right away to erase proof of his guilt.”

“How do you know James was guilty?” Sarah tensed. “He told me himself,” Lauren admitted. “His friend Steve gave him the dashcam as a keepsake, saying to do what he wanted with it.”

“We started dating before the accident, so James told me all the details. That day, we were at my place, drinking champagne and…” Lauren paused, blushing, recalling that day. “Then you called, Emily, asking him to pick you up.”

“James was furious, not wanting to go, but you insisted, and he agreed. He tried to sober up, and it worked a bit. I begged him not to drive, as he was tipsy.”

“But James said he’s a lucky guy, fearless. After the accident, he decided to make you feel guilty for it.” Lauren kept her eyes on Emily.

“He deliberately made you feel responsible, claiming the accident left him unable to walk. He fooled you for six months.”

“God, I believed every word like a fool,” Emily shook her head. “What a jerk,” Sarah spat. “What now?” Lauren seemed to realize an innocent man could suffer because of James.

“I want to offer James a deal,” Emily shared. “If he admits guilt in the accident, I won’t claim the car wash in the divorce.” “He won’t agree,” Lauren shook her head.

“Why?” Sarah was surprised. “James fears prison more than anything,” Lauren said, recalling a past talk where he swore he’d never go to jail.

He’d do anything to avoid it. “Girls, we need to help Ethan avoid punishment,” Emily said. “But how?” Sarah threw up her hands.

“I’ve got an idea,” Lauren mused. “Though it’s been so long, it might not work.” “Spill,” the friends said in unison.

Lauren sighed and began. Led by Lauren, the friends launched a fervent search for info and proof of Ethan’s innocence. They posted a big appeal on social media for help.

Two days later, two people reported having footage of James speeding through red lights multiple times. “Em, we’re on the right track,” Sarah said, rubbing her hands, glad her friend saw James’s true face.

“Think anyone has the actual accident on a dashcam?” “Let’s hope,” Emily said thoughtfully. Her mind was on the divorce. She wanted to stop being James’s wife ASAP.

She’d filed for divorce, and with no kids, she hoped it’d be quick. “Still refusing to split the car wash?” Sarah asked disapprovingly. She thought James should pay materially for his wrongs by sharing it.

“I don’t want anything from him,” Emily shrugged. “I just want him gone from my life, like he was never there.” “Your call,” Sarah waved off.

“How do you feel about Lauren?” “I pity her,” Emily admitted. “She aimed to ruin our family, thinking she could replace me. James fed her lies about me being sick and helpless.”

“Lauren, knowing this, tried to take my place.” Emily shrugged. “If she’d come to me and told the truth, her life might be different.”

“How?” Sarah leaned in, sitting beside her. “I don’t know,” Emily pondered.

“She probably wouldn’t be pregnant and alone now. James won’t even see her.” “Scumbag! Great at sweet-talking Lauren, saying he loves her,” Sarah fumed.

“But when it’s time to step up, he bolts.” “James only loves himself,” Emily said bitterly.

“Even Susan loses to that love.” Their talk was cut short by Lauren’s call. “Speak of the devil,” Sarah said, checking her phone.

Lauren avoided calling Emily out of shame, so she shared news with Sarah. “Yes, I’m listening.” “Sarah, huge news!” Lauren shouted.

“Our social media post worked. A guy just called saying he has accident footage.” “Awesome!” Sarah cheered.

“Did he say how to get it?” “Yes, tomorrow at 8 p.m. in the park,” Lauren replied. “Thanks, Lauren.”

“No problem,” Lauren said quietly. “Glad to help.”

Sarah hung up and looked at Emily. “The witness set a meeting tomorrow at 8 in the park,” she shared.

“What’s the plan?” “We go,” Emily said decisively. “Another grand scheme?” Kevin entered, eyeing them suspiciously.

“Lauren got a call from a witness who set a meeting, saying he has accident video,” Sarah approached her husband. “Our social media plea worked, and you didn’t believe it.”

“I won’t believe till I see the video,” Kevin said skeptically. “Could be anyone.” “What do you mean?” Emily frowned.

“Like a scammer looking to make quick cash,” Kevin suggested. “He might demand payment and still not give you anything real.”

“Even if he asks for money, he gets nothing till we confirm the video,” Sarah countered. “Then you’re not going,” Kevin said firmly.

“Why?” Sarah’s eyes widened. Why was her husband suddenly blocking this chance? “I can’t go with you tomorrow night,” Kevin explained. “So, reschedule.”

“We can’t miss this,” Emily protested. “Kevin, we’ll be careful.” Sarah tried to persuade him.

“No way, girls,” Kevin was adamant. “If a guy was with you, I wouldn’t argue.”

“Let’s bring James,” Sarah said sarcastically. “I’ve said my piece.” “What if…” Emily grabbed her phone and dialed.

“Hello, Ethan?” she asked. “Yes, Emily, hi,” Ethan replied, recognizing her.

He was glad she called. Despite everything, he liked her. “I’m listening.”

“Can you join me for a meeting tomorrow?” Emily blurted out. “What kind?” Ethan was taken aback. Why this request? “It’s about the accident you were in,” she said.

“When and where?” Ethan was focused. The trial was nearing, and he had no solid proof of his innocence.

He’d grasp any straw. “Tomorrow, 7:30 p.m., park entrance,” Emily said. “I’ll fill you in then.”

“I’ll be there,” Ethan said, relieved. Progress at last.

After so long, things were moving. “Goodbye.” Emily hung up.

“Kevin, now will you let us go?” “With Ethan, yes,” Kevin nodded. “Weird, you don’t even know him,” Sarah squinted.

“Honey, he’s motivated to find proof of his innocence,” Kevin explained. “He’ll do whatever it takes to get it.”

“Got it,” Sarah said, satisfied, and calmed down. The friends began preparing for the next day’s meeting, discussing every possible detail.

The following evening, at exactly 7:30 p.m., Emily and Sarah met Ethan at the park entrance. “So, we posted on social media asking for dashcam footage,” Emily explained as they walked to the meeting spot. “Yesterday, a guy called saying he has a video.”

“Could this finally be over?” Ethan asked hopefully. He was tired of the accident saga dragging on for six months. “We hope so too,” Emily sighed.

“And it’ll mark the start of my free life.” “How so?” Ethan was surprised. “I filed for divorce,” Emily clarified.

“No way, because of the accident?” “James was cheating on me the whole time,” Emily said with a bitter smile. “That day, he was coming to pick me up after celebrating something with his mistress.”

“I see,” Ethan said, looking at her with sympathy. As they reached the meeting spot, he said, “Here’s the plan.”

“I’ll hide behind those bushes and watch.” “Why?” Sarah was confused. “Just in case.”

Ethan didn’t want to take risks. If the witness got spooked and left, it’d ruin his chance. “Alright,” Emily shrugged. The women stayed to wait for the witness, while Ethan observed from nearby. Everyone was on edge, unsure how the meeting would unfold.

At exactly 8:00 p.m., a man approached. Dressed in all black, he seemed nervous, constantly looking around. “He’s weird,” Sarah whispered to Emily.

“Do you have the video?” Emily asked. The man’s demeanor unsettled her, but she couldn’t pinpoint why. He was neatly dressed, yet something felt off.

She studied his face. “You think I’d just hand over something like that?” the man smirked. “What do you want?” Emily stared at him.

He pulled his baseball cap lower and adjusted his dark sunglasses, which hid half his face. He kept stroking his beard. “What do you think?” he scoffed.

“Money, obviously.” “How much?” Sarah was getting nervous. It seemed her husband was right.

This guy looked like a scammer. The cap, glasses, and beard felt like a cheap disguise to avoid recognition. “Something like this costs a lot,” the man said thoughtfully.

“How much?” Sarah repeated firmly. “I’d say five hundred grand,” he replied. “Are you insane?” Sarah nearly choked with outrage.

“This video could save an innocent person, and you’re asking for that much?” “Take it or leave it,” he shrugged. “I can delete the recording.”

“Wait,” Emily said, panicking. She was thinking only of where to get that kind of money. Just then, a text came to her phone.

“Agree, Ethan.” Reading it, Emily calmed slightly. In the moment, she’d forgotten about Ethan.

Now, his message reassured her. “Okay, we agree,” she said confidently. “But I want to see the video first.”

“You don’t trust me?” The man suddenly switched to a casual tone. “Anything can happen,” Emily shrugged.

She watched him closely, trying to figure out what bothered her. “I don’t have the video on me,” he said, glancing around.

“Too many scammers out there. I’d bring it, and you’d take it without paying.” “How can we trust you?” Emily insisted. At that moment, he scratched his neck, his shirt lifting to reveal a tattoo on his stomach.

Emily recognized it instantly. Now she understood what unsettled her. It was a disguise to hide his true identity—this was Steve, James’s best friend.

“Okay, I need to act like I don’t know him,” Emily thought. It was clear he had no video; he wouldn’t hand over evidence against himself.

This meeting was just a scheme to make quick cash, as Kevin had warned. “But you’ve got no choice,” Steve said, adjusting his shirt.

“You’re right,” Emily agreed. “We either trust you or we don’t.” “Are you crazy?” Sarah hissed in her ear.

She looked at Emily, baffled, as her friend stayed calm as a python, agreeing with this shady guy. “Sarah, we either want the real video or we don’t,” Emily said, pausing. “Your friend’s right,” Steve nodded.

“Listen to her.” “So, how do we do this?” Emily asked him. “You’ve got one week,” he said in a businesslike tone, sensing the women were on board.

“If I don’t have the money in a week, I delete the video.” “Deal,” Emily smiled. “Just keep our video safe.”

“Promise,” Steve waved and walked briskly out of the park. Once he was far enough not to hear, Sarah turned to Emily, fuming.

“Have you lost it?” she struggled not to yell. Ethan approached, knowing Emily hadn’t caved for no reason.

“Sarah, I know who that guy is,” Emily sighed. “He’s got no proof.” “How do you know?” Sarah frowned. “Because that’s Steve, James’s best friend,” Emily explained.

“He won’t give up evidence against himself. He’s the cop who wrote the accident report.” “Got it,” Ethan said, disappointed.

A fleeting hope melted like a snowflake in the sun. “What a creep!” Sarah kicked the pavement in anger. “He had the nerve to demand half a million.”

“Ethan, don’t give up,” Emily smiled at him. “Have you tried looking for evidence yourself?” “Honestly, I only recently fully recovered,” Ethan explained.

“I was in rehab the whole time. As soon as I could walk, I started searching.” “You know, I’m going on vacation in three days,” Emily said suddenly.

“I’m ready to help you look.” “I’d be grateful,” Ethan smiled. Three days later, Emily and Ethan met at the accident site.

“Hey,” Ethan smiled upon seeing her. “Hey,” Emily was glad to see him.

“Any news?” “None,” Ethan sighed. He knew the trial was soon, and he had no results. “Let’s take a look,” Emily suggested.

They stood on the sidewalk at the intersection where the crash happened. “Okay,” Ethan said, scanning around, then suddenly pointed. “Look.”

Emily followed his gaze to a building housing a branch of a major bank. “And?” she asked, confused. “They’ve got a camera aimed right at this intersection.”

“And?” Emily still didn’t get it. “I’m suggesting we go ask. Maybe it caught the accident.”

Ethan looked at her. “That’s an idea,” Emily realized what he meant.

Five minutes later, they entered the bank. Ethan headed straight for the security guard. “Hi, we need to see your management,” he said.

“Well, look who’s here!” the guard said mockingly, eyeing Ethan’s companion. “Michael?” Emily stared at her former brother-in-law. She suddenly remembered he worked security at a bank.

And of all places, it had to be this branch. Her thoughts spun. If there was footage, Michael likely deleted it to protect his brother.

They’d come for nothing. Damn this family. “Miss me, sweetheart?” Michael asked smugly, stepping closer.

“Back off!” Emily grimaced in disgust. “Can you call your supervisor?” Ethan said firmly, stepping between them. He saw Emily’s discomfort.

Who this guy was and why she reacted so negatively, he’d find out later. “He’s not here today,” Michael smirked, eyes on Emily. “Nice excuse to see me again.”

“Don’t flatter yourself!” Emily was getting mad. “Call the head of security,” Ethan insisted. “I’m telling you to leave!” Michael snapped.

“What’s going on?” a voice came from behind Emily. Turning, she saw Daniel Thompson, the father of one of her students. “Daniel, these two came in and started trouble,” Michael said, standing at attention. His bravado vanished.

“Emily Johnson?” Daniel asked, surprised. “What are you doing here?” “Daniel, hi!” Emily was relieved to see him. “We urgently need to speak with the head of security.”

“Something wrong?” Daniel frowned. “We’d rather not discuss it with others around,” Emily glanced at Michael.

“Then come to my office,” Daniel said. Seeing Emily’s confusion, he clarified, “I’m the head of security for the whole bank. I’m here by chance today, on duty.”

“We got lucky then,” Emily smiled, seeing it as a good sign. An hour later, Ethan and Emily left the security office.

Ethan held a precious flash drive with footage from the bank’s cameras, clearly showing who was at fault in the accident. “Thank you so much, Daniel,” Emily said. “You helped us a lot.”

“Thank you, Emily,” Daniel smiled. “If not for you, my kid wouldn’t have finished music school, as my wife dreamed.” “Thank you,” Ethan shook Daniel’s hand. “You saved my life.”

A month later, the divorce trial between Emily and James concluded. Leaving the courthouse, Emily took a deep breath. She was free from James and his family.

Ethan had supported her throughout, even taking time off work today to be there. “What a great guy!” Sarah thought, happy her friend had a friend like Ethan.

She looked at him waiting in his car. “Compared to your husband, he’s pure gold.” “Time will tell,” Emily shrugged. She knew Sarah was right but was wary of trusting after James’s betrayal.

Just then, James exited the courthouse, pleased Emily didn’t pursue the car wash. “Well, see ya,” he said arrogantly, spotting her. “It’s great to be a free, rich man,” Susan added, beaming beside him.

She was thrilled her former daughter-in-law didn’t claim the car wash. Her Europe trip dream was close. “Don’t forget you’ll soon be a dad,” Sarah said sarcastically.

“That takes a lot of money.” “I’ll figure it out,” James grumbled. His good mood vanished. Released on bail pending trial for the assault on Lauren, he’d done everything to get her forgiveness.

He was even ready to marry her. But Lauren was resolute, refusing. She didn’t need a husband who could dispose of her at any moment.

“Sweetie, I love you so much!” James had begged on his knees. He figured if Lauren forgave him, the court might be lenient. “You must forgive me!” “James, I forgave you long ago,” Lauren sighed, tired of his daily visits.

“I have one request: leave me alone.” “How can I?” James sighed. “I need you. Especially since we’re having a kid.”

“My kid,” Lauren corrected. “You want to keep me from my son?” he asked dramatically, trying to tear up.

From this cheap act, Lauren laughed. “James, go home!” She slammed her apartment door, leaving him kneeling in the hallway. The next day, he was back.

If she didn’t open the door, he’d ring the bell endlessly. When he realized she wasn’t home, he’d sit on the stairs and wait. James was alone, with no one to turn to, as his loyal friend Steve had vanished.

With no parents or spouse, James didn’t know who to ask about Steve’s whereabouts. He visited the police station multiple times, but no one told him anything. In reality, Steve was under investigation.

Emily and Ethan had filed a complaint against him for extortion and bribery with the Internal Affairs Bureau. A sting operation caught Steve red-handed. “Got the money?” Steve asked, approaching Emily in the park a week later.

“You mean the half-million you’re demanding for the crash video where James Johnson is at fault?” Emily clarified. “Yeah,” Steve nodded.

His eyes gleamed with greed. He’d regretted asking for so little, seeing Emily was willing to pay more. In that moment, Steve lost all reason.

He thought only of money. “You didn’t think it’s a key piece of evidence?” Emily couldn’t hold back, looking at her husband’s friend with disdain.

“What?” Steve was caught off guard. “I brought the money,” Emily said quickly to keep him from bolting. “Where’s the video?” “Right here, on this flash drive,” Steve handed it over.

“Here’s your payment for the evidence you should’ve given to the investigation,” Emily said, handing him a bag of fake bills.

He rummaged through the bag, oblivious to her words. Minutes later, Internal Affairs officers stood before him.

After speaking with investigators, the former cop confessed to everything, including falsifying the accident report to favor James. Naturally, James didn’t know about Steve’s arrest. He even thought his friend had ditched him and fled town.

James was hurt by Steve’s betrayal, needing his help, so he kept pursuing Lauren. But she was set on raising her child alone, without her ex-lover. At least James would be out of her life.

Sarah grew close to Lauren after everything, supporting the expectant mother however she could, for which Lauren was grateful. “Sarah, I don’t know what I’d do without you,” Lauren said tearfully when discharged from the hospital.

No one but Sarah came to meet her. Emily didn’t mind Sarah’s friendship with Lauren. She didn’t trust Lauren, and Lauren understood why.

“Friend, forgive her,” Sarah urged again, trying to mend things between Emily and Lauren. “I’m not mad at her,” Emily shrugged. “I get it’s true.”

“I just know she’s partly to blame for her situation.” “And James isn’t?” Sarah asked, hands on hips. She didn’t like Emily’s refusal to accept Lauren.

“What do you want from me?” Emily asked directly. “I want you two to get along,” Sarah said. “I do get along with her,” Emily sighed.

“But I don’t want to be her friend. I have one close person—you.”

“Fine,” Sarah waved, knowing Emily’s decisions were final. Let things run their course; it’d work out eventually. Two months passed.

Today was the day of James’s sentencing. He seemed oblivious to the gravity, sitting in the dock, smiling.

Susan supported her son, convinced he’d walk free from court. Tax inspectors found James’s car wash was operating illegally, so combined with his other charges, he faced a short but real prison term.

Like his friend Steve, who was serving seven years in a general-regime colony, neither Emily nor Lauren supported James. Both women had erased him from their lives, which James was oddly relieved about. Emily’s romance with Ethan was blossoming.

They took it slow, enjoying the early stages. “Emily, when are you inviting us to the wedding?” Sarah teased.

“Let things flow naturally,” Emily smiled, happy. “Besides, I’ve been married before, and I didn’t like it.” “You just need to marry a good man, not some James,” Sarah sighed, wanting her friend’s happiness.

Emily looked at Ethan with loving eyes, grateful to fate for letting her love and be loved by such a wonderful man. Without Ethan, she might not have trusted men again. She even found common ground with Lauren, now interacting as friendly acquaintances.

They say life unfolds as it should. If not for James’s betrayal, Emily might still be living blindly. Now, she was truly happy, and her life would never again know betrayal, infidelity, or deceit.