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Emma stared at Emily, sensing that her words weren’t just empty banter, and a sudden wave of panic gripped her chest. 

But then she recalled how desperately Emily had once pursue marriage to Ethan, willing to go to any lengths, and convinced herself that Emily couldn’t possibly mean it about the divorce. 

With renewed bravado, Emma shot back fiercely, “Don’t think I 

won’t do it!” 

Emily didn’t flinch; instead, she countered with calm defiance. “Then go ahead and try. If you pull it off, I’ll make sure to thank you properly.” 

With that, she turned on her heel and slid into her car. 

Before Emma could respond, the car was already gone. 

Emily had always been so compliant, but now she bristled with newfound sharpness, like a rose suddenly sprouting thorns. 

Emma could feel it keenly–Emily had slipped beyond her control, no longer the pliable figure she once manipulated. 

From what Emily had implied, it seemed she genuinely harbored thoughts of divorce, a notion that unsettled mm:25 deeply. 

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In Emma’s mind, though, if a divorce were to happen, it had to be on Ethan’s terms–Emily had no right to initiate it. 

The more she dwelt on it, the more anxious she grew, so she immediately dialed Ethan’s number. 

The call connected quickly, accompanied by the rhythmic clack of keyboard keys in the background. 

“What’s up?” Ethan sounded hoarse, like he hadn’t slept well. 

And indeed it had–he’d spent the night stargazing with Nancy and Sophia, followed by a late barbecue that dragged on into the early hours. 

With pressing company matters today, he’d arrived at the office unusually early, diving straight into work. 

Emma skipped the small talk and cut to the chase. “Ethan, has Emily been acting strange lately?” 

At her words, Ethan’s typing halted abruptly. After a beat, he asked, “What do you mean?” 

Emma picked up on the odd note in his tone and pressed on urgently. “She hasn’t mentioned divorce to you, has she?” 

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Emma exhaled in relief before adding, “Of course not–she 

fought tooth and nail to marry you. No way she’d throw it away so easily.” 

Ethan murmured a noncommittal “Mm–hmm.” 

Still uneasy, Emma couldn’t let it go. “If you’re done with her, just file for divorce yourself–don’t let her beat you to it.” 

The typing ceased again, and Ethan’s response was earnest, laced with conviction. “Mom, I haven’t considered divorcing Emily. We have Sophia now–splitting up would hurt her deeply.” 

Emma’s stance remained unyielding, her voice sharp. “I don’t care. You’re a Wilson; if there’s a divorce, it has to be done with dignity, on our terms.” 

Ethan had no desire to prolong the debate. “Mom, I’ve got a client coming in–gotta go and greet them.” 

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That afternoon, as Emily scribbled away at patient charts, her phone buzzed with a call from Vanessa. 

“Emily, how about grabbing dinner together tonight?” 

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Emily, buried in her work, didn’t probe further and agreed readily. “Sure thing.” 

They were close friends, after all–sharing a meal was nothing out of the ordinary, so she thought little of it. 

But upon entering the private dining room, Emily froze- besides Vanessa, Derek was there too. 

The appetizers were already on the table, but one of the plates was missing a whole corner. 

It was obvious that Derek had gotten to it first. 

Emily took her seat without a word to Derek, ignoring 

Vanessa’s presence beside him as well. 

Vanessa bustled about enthusiastically, folding a napkin for Emily and pouring her a glass of water. 

Though Emily remained silent, she didn’t outright snub Vanessa, accepting the gestures with quiet grace. 

Derek sat mutely next to Vanessa, head bowed over his phone, scrolling aimlessly. 

Once the dishes arrived, Vanessa poured red wine for them. 

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She raised her glass toward Emily. “Emily, I wasn’t totally 

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upfront when I called you this afternoon. The real reason I invited you is to apologize. That mess with you and Derek ending up at the police station–it weighs on me heavily. I hate that it drove a wedge between you two. You’re my best friend, and he’s the love of my life.” 

Emily didn’t respond, her gaze shifting to Derek instead. He held his glass aloft, but it was clear his mind was elsewhere, not absorbing Vanessa’s words. 

When Emily stayed quiet, Vanessa tilted her head back and drained her entire glass in one go. 

Afterwards, she smiled at Emily, her eyes earnest. “I mean it. I’m truly sorry. Can you forgive me?” 

Emily looked at her, a mix of heartache and resignation swelling inside, and she nodded softly. “Yeah.” 

Vanessa’s face brightened with a grin, and she nudged Derek with her elbow, signaling him to toast Emily, too. 

Derek lifted his glass reluctantly, muttering, “Here. A toast.” 

Emily barely raised hers in return, skipping the clink and taking only a delicate sip of the wine. 

Derek mirrored her restraint, sipping shallowly as well 576 

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Vanessa was trying her hardest to play peacemaker, Emily stuck around out of loyalty to her friend, but she couldn’t force a smile for Derek. 

The meal dragged on in discomfort, with Vanessa tirelessly coaxing conversation between them. Derek would toss out a question, and Emily would reply with a curt “Mm–hmm.” 

Their mutual disdain hung in the air like a thick fog, etched plainly on their faces, yet Vanessa persisted, pouring her energy into mending the rift. 

But some things, once shattered, couldn’t be pieced back together. 

Emily felt that way about Derek—and she felt the same about her marriage to Ethan. 

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