Shadows Of A Forgotten Spring

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That night, sleep cluded Emma as the words of Jalen replayed in her mind like an echo, reminding her of his pitiable request. She sincerely wanted to be able to help him, but doing to would only mean putting at risk the stability and safety she had fought to give her children. Her family would have to cine first, and heavy-hearted, she made the decision to push the request by Jaden to the back of her mind.

The following morning dawned peacefully. The sun shone brightly, and the beaming smiles of her twins warmed her up inside. Having seen Ethan off at daycare, Eimma took Emily to be appointment at Blackthorn Hospital. When she was sure that Emily was in the care of her medical teams, Emma made her way to Brianna's room. She found Brianna sitting by the window looking very fragile, serming lost in thought. As Emmeared her, she felt worried.

"Mother, are you alright?" she asked softly, taking Briana's frail hand in her own.

Brianna's eyes softened, but there was a hint of sadness in them. Where is Alexander? I have not seen you both together lately."

Emma's heart sank, knowing that Brianna was in precarious health and that the knowledge that she was separated from Alexander might be more than she could handle. She had never discussed the present status of her marriage with her to added concern. save Brianna from an

"Alexander has been busy with work," she said quietly. "But he will see you soon. I promise.

Brianna sighed loudly, her fragile fingers lying in Emma's. "Emu, I want grandchildren. I don't know how much time I have left

Emma felt her throat tighten, but she made a reassuring smile. Mother, don't say that. You're here, and I'm here with you. We have time."

Brianna's gaze

Emma. She silently wished she could be open with Brianna for once and tell her about her four-year-old grandchildren, but she knew she could. That was the last thing she would ever do. She couldn't risk exposing herself and letting Alexander

ever. The tide of memories filled her brain, memories of the last time she had been in close proximity

self seeming to swim to the surface and light up her entire face.

room, his eyes inscrutable as he approaches.

but it felt suffocating. She could intoxicatingly familiar, stirring emotions she had

watched them, her eyes sparkling with quiet satisfaction. "It's

happiness weighed on her. even a glance in his direction might betray the swirl

voice low but urgent. "Sir, your attention is needed outside, and you too, ma'am," she

opened,

brow furrowed in confusion, and her heart turned uneasy suddenly.

Chapter 55

yet rose wardlessly to her feet, following Alexander from the room. She kept a slight distance between them, her mind

chees and laughter, the outpouring of a celebration. The popping of a champagne bottle echoed in the air, and before she could make sense of it all, there was a surge of people towards pouring glasses. Emma blinked, utterly bewildered, her yes jumping from one unknown face to another, trying to make out what was going on. And then she saw

chest as she spotted the figure holding the banner, someone she knew all too well. Annie was standing at the center of the crowd, grinning with that same, all-too-familiar smugness. She was the picture of a conqueror, her eyes gleaming as she strode toward them with a money bouquet, a lavish display

to their first year together. She remembered the excitement with which she had planned his birthday, the surprise dinner she had arranged, the flowers, and the handmade card. She had waited all evening, only for him to turn up late, exhausted and indifferent, and to brush her off with a belittling "It's just another day." She had told herself then that he didn't care about birthdays. But now, as she

her face reddening like a schoolgirl's, and handed him the gigantic money bouquet. Emma's stomach twisted as Alexander's reacted. He was too thrilled, too comfortable. Annie snaked

a triumphant glance over Alexander's shoulder at Emma. Happy birthday to the best man in the world." And in the blink of an eye, before Emma could even have time to bat an eyelash,

emotion warring inside of her, the pain, the bitterness, helpless fury. She'd convinced herself time and again that she was over Alexander, that he no longer had any power over her. And yet, here she was, watching him kiss another woman, her heart buckling under the weight of his betrayal. It felt like a cruel joke, a wound that was never allowed to heal. And the ultimate fright of it all, Alexander's arm went around Annie, drawing