That evening, she decided to organize the paperwork. Emma 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, Emma winced involuntarily.

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

“At work,” Emma 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?” Jason 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,” Emma sighed, though she knew full well the chili was long gone. “Are you kidding me?” Jason was furious. Emma 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, Emma had asked Jason to pick her up from work.

It was winter, and the cold was biting. “Jason, 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?” Jason asked, clearly annoyed. “Pick me up,” Emma requested.

She could’ve called a cab, but she wanted her husband to show some care. “Seriously?” Jason 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,” Jason muttered through gritted teeth.

“I’ll come.” After work, Emma 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, Emma entered the apartment, hoping Jason hadn’t come for her and wasn’t answering because he was mad.

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

She checked the rooms, hoping he was asleep, but Jason 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 Emma.

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

Sighing, Emma 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?” Emma 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,” Emma said, sitting on the edge of the couch.

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

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

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

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

He needed expensive rehabilitation, or he might remain wheelchair-bound forever. Jason, 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, Emma took on all the care for her husband. She took leave from the arts school and tended to Jason, fulfilling his every whim.

Gradually, he began to push her too far. If Emma refused a request, Jason 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,” Emma reminded him repeatedly. “Our savings are gone, so I need to go back to work.”

“And who’ll take care of me?” Jason raised an eyebrow. “Jason, 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,” Jason said, squinting. “What?” Emma asked, intrigued.

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

“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” Emma 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,” Jason snapped.

“So, moving is settled.” “What about my apartment?” Emma sighed heavily. “We’ll rent it out,” Jason 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,” Emma said firmly.

For her, preserving what her grandmother left her—the apartment—was vital. “So, we’re moving to Mom’s,” Jason slammed the table. From then on, Emma’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 Emma spent less time on housework. But Jason was thrilled since Emma was the only one bringing in money. She paid for utilities, groceries, and necessary medications for Susan and Jason.

Also living in the apartment was Jason’s older brother, Michael, who contributed nothing financially. All his earnings went to his own needs. When Emma 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 Emma’s conscience wouldn’t let her abandon everything, so she found one escape—staying late at work.

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

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

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

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

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

Turning, she saw the man who’d turned her life into hell. Emma 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. Emma turned to walk away, but he stepped in front of her.

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

“I think it’s important for you too.” “Really?” Emma 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 Arthur.” “What help do I owe you?” Emma 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,” Arthur shook his head. “Can you give me 10-15 minutes?” “I really need to get home,” Emma said doubtfully.

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

“Fine,” Emma 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, Emma 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,” Arthur said, staring into the distance. “He got off lightly compared to me.”

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

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

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

“They declared me at fault.” “And that’s bad news for you?” Emma looked at him. “I know I’m not guilty,” Arthur 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,” Emma frowned. “What’s Jason got to do with it?” “Your husband claims he was driving at the same speed, got it?” Arthur asked hopefully.

“If we were both going 25 miles per hour, the damage wouldn’t have been so severe.” “God!” Emma exhaled. She knew Jason 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, Emma recalled that Steve was the one who responded to the accident.

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

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

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

Emma stood her ground. “Emma, you know having a buddy in the traffic police can turn things upside down,” Arthur 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?” Emma asked, overwhelmed by the information. “My dashcam, which recorded the accident, is missing.”

Arthur 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?” Emma asked reasonably.

“If it’s as you say, I doubt Jason would keep proof of his guilt.” “I know,” Arthur tried to convince her. “But what if he kept the dashcam? You know how it is. Maybe he saved the memory card?” “Arthur, I’d love to help,” Emma 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.” “Emma, please try,” Arthur pleaded.

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

Emma hurried home. A glimmer of hope appeared. She vowed that if there was evidence of Jason’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.

Emma entered the apartment in high spirits. She had a goal. Honestly, she should’ve told Jason 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!” Emma smiled.

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

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

“No,” Emma 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?” Emma 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,” Jason reminded her.

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

“You’re on the computer all day.” “You’re blaming me for that?” Jason fumed. “If it weren’t for you…” “Oh, I know,” Emma 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,” Emma 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?” Jason asked, eyeing his wife.

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

“I’d advise you not to do that again,” Emma 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,” Emma 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 Emma’s behavior. Emma had never acted like this.

“If there aren’t, I’m taking a shower and resting.” Emma 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,” Jason nodded.

Pleased, Emma 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, Emma stepped out.

“You need to rein her in,” Susan said quietly to Jason, “or we’re in trouble.” “Mom, what can I do?” Jason 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.

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

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

Emma 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?” Jason asked. “You already asked,” Susan replied irritably.

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

“Even if she looks, she won’t find anything.” “Good,” Jason 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,” Jason advised.

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

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

“Why’s that?” Emma 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!” Emma thought, outraged. “I’m dragging Jason 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. Emma 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 Jason 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. Emma entered the room she shared with Jason. She wanted to lock the door and keep him out.

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

Alone, Emma 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 Jason couldn’t get disability. Why hadn’t she thought of it sooner?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sophie 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 Arthur for this,” Emma chuckled. “I blamed him for my troubles, but it turns out…” “Find that dashcam, and you’ll be even,” Sophie smiled. Thank God her friend saw what kind of man her husband was.

Lately, Sophie had worried about Emma. “If only I knew where to look,” Emma 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 Jason out,” Sophie mused. “At least Michael’s at work during the day, so fewer issues with him.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I owe you for life.” Emma 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,” Sophie grinned. “Too bad Michael’s not going anywhere.”

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

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

“From the union, for Jason’s rehab,” Emma 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.

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

Saturday arrived. Emma was eager for Susan and Jason to leave for the retreat so she and Sophie could start searching for evidence against Jason. “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?” Emma asked, surprised.

She had no intention of cleaning. Enough was enough. Even if she found no evidence, she was done serving Jason’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,” Emma warned.

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

Emma 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 Emma,” 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.

Emma’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. Emma comforted her as best she could, not understanding why her grandma, usually so cheerful, was sobbing.

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

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

“It’s okay!” Emma smiled, hugging her grandma tightly. “They’ll be back soon, and we’ll live together again!” Two years later, Emma 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 Emma, instilling only the best qualities. Perhaps that’s why Emma trusted people and aimed to help them. But realizing Jason’s family was exploiting her, she saw she needed to show some teeth.

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

He didn’t want to go to this retreat, feeling it was for old folks. He’d planned to tell Emma 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’. Emma didn’t like it, but Susan quickly shut her down, saying Lauren was her guest, and it was none of Emma’s business.

At first, Jason 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 Jason leave his “piano teacher.”

She was tired of being second. Jason 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 Emma 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 Jason into the car, then silently walked away. This suited Emma perfectly. After seeing off her husband and mother-in-law, she returned to the apartment.

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

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

Not waiting for Sophie, Emma 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.

Emma 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,” Emma slapped her forehead. “I’ll go to my and Jason’s room.” “No,” Michael shook his head.

“I’ve waited too long for this moment to let it slip.” Emma 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,” Emma stammered, cursing herself for not waiting for Sophie. 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 Jason,” Emma 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 Emma told anyone, Michael would dismiss it, saying she came onto him. “What do you want?” Emma played dumb to stall, knowing Sophie would arrive soon.

“What do you think?” Michael ran his hand over her face. Emma 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,” Emma 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?” Emma frowned. “Your precious husband isn’t disabled,” Michael blurted.

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

She couldn’t believe Jason 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 Jason rekindled things with Lauren.” “What Lauren?” Emma repeated, though she knew exactly who.

Susan had drilled into her that Emma was no match for Jason’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.

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

Losing balance, Michael fell, and Emma 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 Sophie.

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

“Emma, you okay?” Sophie 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,” Emma 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 Emma, and this woman ruined it. “Go ahead,” Sophie 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!” Emma 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,” Sophie 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.”

Sophie eyed Michael. “Emma, how long to pack?” “Twenty minutes,” Emma 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 Emma packs,” Sophie requested, stowing the spray.

“Got it.” Kevin blocked the doorway, letting Emma 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 Emma 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,” Emma looked at Michael. “You said there’s proof of Jason’s guilt in this room.” “You misheard,” Michael muttered, avoiding her gaze.

“No, I didn’t,” Emma 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, Emma sighed in relief.

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

Maybe it’d help Arthur in court. “Guys, thank God for you,” Emma said, grateful for Sophie and Kevin.

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

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

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

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

“You mean mistress?” Emma 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?” Emma asked, exhausted.

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

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

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

To blindly trust Jason. And he… “No way,” Sophie 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,” Emma said, glancing at Sophie. She looked up at the apartment windows, where Michael stared at her.

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

“Fine,” Sophie 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,” Sophie was unyielding. Waiting until Emma and Lauren moved a few feet away, Sophie followed.

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

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

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

“I knew from the day he got out of the wheelchair.” “Got it,” Emma 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 Emma. Why call for a talk and then say nothing? “Emma, here’s what I wanted to discuss,” Lauren said, sighing.

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

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

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

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

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

Married to Jason 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.

Emma 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?” Emma looked at her, stunned. This she hadn’t expected. “Emma, stop blackmailing Jason,” Lauren begged.

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

“You’re keeping Jason 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!” Emma 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?” Emma muttered. “Yes,” Lauren continued, ignoring her. “Jason 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.” Emma 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,” Emma said firmly. “I’m not holding Jason. If he wanted to leave, he would’ve.”

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

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

“By the way, does Jason know you’re pregnant?” Emma 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 Jason was unhappy in his marriage, trapped by a manipulative wife. “Lauren, I’m sorry, but Jason is lying to you,” Sophie said. “I don’t believe you,” Lauren repeated mechanically.

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

“Let’s go to Jason at the retreat.” “Why?” Sophie was surprised. “Lauren, can you tell Jason 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 Jason would be thrilled to learn he’d be a father. Whatever his wife said, the fertility issue was with Emma. She was just trying to smear Jason to push Lauren away.

“What do you want me to do?” Lauren smiled, imagining Jason 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 Jason, don’t mention we’re nearby,” Kevin requested. “Why?” she asked, puzzled.

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

Sophie 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?” Sophie whispered to Emma, ensuring Lauren, walking with Kevin, didn’t hear. “I’m sure of it,” Emma replied quietly. “Jason 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?” Sophie asked. “I don’t quite get it.”

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

Sophie 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 Jason. “Lauren, let’s review,” Kevin said.

He saw her impatience but felt it necessary to go over the plan. “You and Jason 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 Jason. “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 Jason, Emma smirked. She and Jason rarely used pet names, sticking to first names.

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

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

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

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

“No kidding,” Emma shook her head. She’d believed Jason 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 Jason big news,” Lauren replied, hugging Susan, her eyes on Jason.

“What news?” Susan asked.

“Let’s sit in the park,” Lauren invited. She saw Jason 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. “Jason, you’re gonna be a dad.”

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

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

Emma sighed, pitying lovesick Lauren. Three years with Jason taught her his ways.

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

“It’s just bad timing,” Jason 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,” Jason stood, pacing, thinking.

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

“Your pregnancy’s inconvenient,” Jason 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,” Jason said. “Lauren, listen,” Susan sat beside her, arm around her.

“Jason 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. “Jason faces a tough divorce. You don’t know the fits Emma throws.”

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

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

“Plus, if she finds out about my car wash, she’ll demand a share,” Jason 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 Jason?” Susan reminded.

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

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

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

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

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

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

He stared at her, confused. “What’s she doing here?” “Why?” Emma 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,” Jason stammered.

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

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

While married, Emma couldn’t know about his mistress or car wash. “What do you mean, how?” Emma 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?” Jason stared at her.

“God, is she pregnant too?” He couldn’t handle that. “Jason, I get you’re overwhelmed with joy. I can’t believe my eyes either.” Emma 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 Emma show up with her friend? “I’d be happy to keep living together.” “Why?” Emma was surprised.

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

Sophie watched, mentally applauding. Emma was masterfully riling Jason and his mom. A few more minutes, and they’d show their true colors.

Sophie 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 Jason was a liar and scoundrel. Sophie took her hand for support. Yes, Lauren was wrong, dating a married man.

Yes, she waited for Jason 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 Jason, gripped Sophie’s hand tightly. She needed support, realizing Jason’s words didn’t match reality. “Emma, now’s not the time for a kid,” Jason mumbled.

“Understand, I’m just recovering.” “That’s the only issue?” Emma 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?” Jason stammered, glancing at his mom. How did his wife know? Coincidence? “We’ll sell Susan’s apartment,” Emma said brightly, brimming with ideas.

“Why mine?” Susan was stunned.

“Because we’ll live in mine with the baby.” Emma 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 Emma left her homeless. “Where?” Emma 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 Emma was a hurricane, sweeping everything away.

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

“Jason, take me to my room,” Susan said, standing. “Susan, come on,” Emma pouted.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She was done with this farce. Everything was clear.

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

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

“It’s all your fault,” Jason 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. Emma couldn’t grasp how this happened. She stared at Lauren on the road, blaming herself.

If she hadn’t dragged Jason’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 Sophie knelt, checking on her. Sophie called Lauren’s name, avoiding touching her in case of injury.

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

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

“It hurts!” “Try moving again, and I’ll hit you,” Kevin promised. “It’ll hurt more.” Jason, 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 Jason!” she screamed, swinging her small fists.

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

Even now, Susan defended her son. Emma 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 Jason is a monster who nearly killed his child’s mother, and you’re defending him.”

“Because Jason is my beloved son!” Susan declared proudly. “Who’s to blame if he’s unlucky with women?” “What’s wrong?” Emma 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?” Emma 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 Emma’s chest. “Look at yourself!” “What’s wrong with me?” Emma asked. “You’re pitiful to look at!” Susan sneered, scanning her.

“Then why did your perfect man marry someone like me?” Emma 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,” Emma said bitterly. For three years, she’d idolized her husband.

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

Jason 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.

Jason 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 Jason understood and supported her.

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

Kevin handed Jason 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.

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

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

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

“My apartment keys are in my purse,” Lauren said weakly. “Go there.” “Why?” Emma 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 Emma and Sophie got in. “Home?” “No,” Sophie said firmly.

“We’re going to Lauren’s place.” “Why?” Kevin was puzzled. “Can’t the flower wait till morning?” “You see?” Sophie 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,” Sophie warned. “If I say today, it’s today.” “Alright, honey, don’t get mad,” Kevin raised his hands in surrender. “I just thought…”

“Kevin!” Sophie 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.” Emma, silent on the back seat, staring out the window, spoke up. “Sophie, what if Jason destroyed the dashcam long ago?”

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

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

Jason 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,” Emma looked out the window again. At Lauren’s apartment, they headed straight for the flower in the living room.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Emma, hi,” Arthur said. “Not interrupting? Can you talk?” “Sure,” Emma 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 Jason, and he wouldn’t keep it.”

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

“What?” Arthur perked up. “Jason 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. Emma was captivated by the beauty. “Hello, Emma?” Arthur called.

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

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

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

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

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

Emma 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?” Sophie approached. “Nothing much,” Emma waved off. “Find anything?” “No,” Sophie sighed sadly.

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

Waking the next morning, Emma 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?” Sophie peeked in, sitting on the bed.

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

“So much hit you at once. Plans for today?” “Visit Lauren to check on her,” Emma 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,” Sophie raised her eyebrows. “We don’t mind.”

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

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

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

“I help because my heart says so. Got it?” “Thanks,” Emma 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,” Sophie sniffled, wiping her eyes. “We had a heart-to-heart.”

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

“Everything’s fine,” Emma 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,” Sophie grinned.

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

“God, they’re at it again,” Emma thought, happy for Sophie. 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 Emma, she blushed. “I’m so ashamed before you.”

“For what?” Emma frowned. “For Jason,” Lauren looked down.

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

“What’s the doctor say? All clear?” “Danger’s passed,” Lauren rubbed her belly. “When Jason 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?” Sophie approached.

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

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

Instead, she was grateful to Lauren for revealing Jason’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?” Emma said suddenly. “Sure,” Lauren tensed. “Did Jason give you a dashcam or memory card to keep?” The question nagged Emma.

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

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

“How do you know Jason was guilty?” Sophie 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 Jason told me all the details. That day, we were at my place, drinking champagne and…” Lauren paused, blushing, recalling that day. “Then you called, Emma, asking him to pick you up.”

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

“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,” Emma shook her head. “What a jerk,” Sophie spat. “What now?” Lauren seemed to realize an innocent man could suffer because of Jason.

“I want to offer Jason a deal,” Emma 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?” Sophie was surprised. “Jason 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 Arthur avoid punishment,” Emma said. “But how?” Sophie 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 Arthur’s innocence. They posted a big appeal on social media for help.

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

“Think anyone has the actual accident on a dashcam?” “Let’s hope,” Emma said thoughtfully. Her mind was on the divorce. She wanted to stop being Jason’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?” Sophie asked disapprovingly. She thought Jason should pay materially for his wrongs by sharing it.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What’s the plan?” “We go,” Emma 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,” Sophie 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?” Emma 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,” Sophie countered. “Then you’re not going,” Kevin said firmly.

“Why?” Sophie’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,” Emma protested. “Kevin, we’ll be careful.” Sophie tried to persuade him.

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

“Let’s bring Jason,” Sophie said sarcastically. “I’ve said my piece.” “What if…” Emma grabbed her phone and dialed.

“Hello, Arthur?” she asked. “Yes, Emma, hi,” Arthur replied, recognizing her.

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

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

“When and where?” Arthur 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,” Emma said. “I’ll fill you in then.”

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

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

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

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

“Got it,” Sophie 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., Emma and Sophie met Arthur at the park entrance. “So, we posted on social media asking for dashcam footage,” Emma explained as they walked to the meeting spot. “Yesterday, a guy called saying he has a video.”

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

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

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

“I see,” Arthur 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?” Sophie was confused. “Just in case.”

Arthur didn’t want to take risks. If the witness got spooked and left, it’d ruin his chance. “Alright,” Emma shrugged. The women stayed to wait for the witness, while Arthur 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,” Sophie whispered to Emma.

“Do you have the video?” Emma 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?” Emma 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?” Sophie 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?” Sophie repeated firmly. “I’d say five hundred grand,” he replied. “Are you insane?” Sophie 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,” Emma said, panicking. She was thinking only of where to get that kind of money. Just then, a text came to her phone.

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

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,” Emma 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?” Emma insisted. At that moment, he scratched his neck, his shirt lifting to reveal a tattoo on his stomach.

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

“Okay, I need to act like I don’t know him,” Emma 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,” Emma agreed. “We either trust you or we don’t.” “Are you crazy?” Sophie hissed in her ear.

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

“Listen to her.” “So, how do we do this?” Emma 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,” Emma smiled. “Just keep our video safe.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Arthur, don’t give up,” Emma smiled at him. “Have you tried looking for evidence yourself?” “Honestly, I only recently fully recovered,” Arthur 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,” Emma said suddenly.

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

“Hey,” Arthur smiled upon seeing her. “Hey,” Emma was glad to see him.

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

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

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

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

Five minutes later, they entered the bank. Arthur 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 Arthur’s companion. “Michael?” Emma 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!” Emma grimaced in disgust. “Can you call your supervisor?” Arthur said firmly, stepping between them. He saw Emma’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 Emma. “Nice excuse to see me again.”

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

“What’s going on?” a voice came from behind Emma. 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.

“Emma Johnson?” Daniel asked, surprised. “What are you doing here?” “Daniel, hi!” Emma 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,” Emma glanced at Michael.

“Then come to my office,” Daniel said. Seeing Emma’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,” Emma smiled, seeing it as a good sign. An hour later, Arthur and Emma left the security office.

Arthur 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,” Emma said. “You helped us a lot.”

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

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

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

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

Just then, Jason exited the courthouse, pleased Emma 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,” Sophie said sarcastically.

“That takes a lot of money.” “I’ll figure it out,” Jason 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!” Jason had begged on his knees. He figured if Lauren forgave him, the court might be lenient. “You must forgive me!” “Jason, I forgave you long ago,” Lauren sighed, tired of his daily visits.

“I have one request: leave me alone.” “How can I?” Jason 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. “Jason, 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. Jason was alone, with no one to turn to, as his loyal friend Steve had vanished.

With no parents or spouse, Jason 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.

Emma and Arthur 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 Emma in the park a week later.

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

His eyes gleamed with greed. He’d regretted asking for so little, seeing Emma 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?” Emma couldn’t hold back, looking at her husband’s friend with disdain.

“What?” Steve was caught off guard. “I brought the money,” Emma 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,” Emma 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 Jason. Naturally, Jason didn’t know about Steve’s arrest. He even thought his friend had ditched him and fled town.

Jason 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 Jason would be out of her life.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Today was the day of Jason’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 Jason’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 Emma nor Lauren supported Jason. Both women had erased him from their lives, which Jason was oddly relieved about. Emma’s romance with Arthur was blossoming.

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

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

Emma looked at Arthur with loving eyes, grateful to fate for letting her love and be loved by such a wonderful man. Without Arthur, 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 Jason’s betrayal, Emma might still be living blindly. Now, she was truly happy, and her life would never again know betrayal, infidelity, or deceit.