During the funeral, a crow landed on the girl’s coffin. A second later, everyone present was STRUCK SPEECHLESS…

“But we’ve been living like roommates for years. You know, with my position, I can’t make rash moves…” “You lied to me?” Her voice was hollow, like the calm before a storm.

“Do you get that?” He stepped closer, his face twisting with regret. “Baby, I love you,” he said in a warm, velvety tone.

His eyes softened. “What we have is real.” She gasped, indignation rising. “Real?” Her voice jumped an octave.

“Matthew, your wife was here! In this office! She threatened me!” His eyes widened. “Claire was here?” He straightened, his gaze hardening. “Damn it!” “Yeah, and you call this real?” Pain and anger laced her voice.

“How could you?” Matthew stepped closer and pulled her into a tight embrace, pressing her against his chest. “I’m sorry, Emily! I’m sorry! Things will change, I promise!” His arms wrapped firmly around her. “I’ll divorce Claire! I’ve got it all planned!” “I need time,” she said, her voice muffled.

She felt his warmth, the scent of his expensive cologne. “I understand,” he said, cupping her face and looking into her eyes. “I won’t rush you.

Just don’t shut me out. I need you.” He leaned down and kissed her forehead, as he’d done so many times.

That touch used to soothe her. But not today. “I have a meeting in fifteen minutes,” he said, releasing her.

“But tonight, I want to talk. We’ll figure this out. I love you.” “Matthew,” she started, but he was already heading for the door.

“Get those deal documents ready, okay?” He flashed a smile over his shoulder. “You’re the best.” The door closed, leaving Emily alone in the silence. She sat at her desk, staring at her monitor.

As if nothing had happened. As if everything was back to normal. But it was a lie.

Her thoughts spiraled. “Get it together,” she told herself, grabbing the mouse and opening work files. “Just work.” But the text on the screen blurred.

Her gaze drifted aimlessly over numbers and charts. After a few minutes, unable to focus, she closed her eyes and rested her head on her hands. “How did I not see he was married?” Later, Emily methodically arranged documents on her desk.

Each paper in its place. Each file perfectly aligned. Work always helped her pull herself together, focus on something concrete…