Best Friend Divorced Me When I Carried His Baby - Chapter 204

Chapter 204:

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Emily’s POV

“I have feelings for you, Emily. And no matter how hard I try to resist, I just can’t. These feelings are too strong. This love is consuming me…”

I sucked in a sharp breath and abruptly sat on the bed, panting heavily. My chest rose and fell rapidly, and my heart pounded in my chest. It felt like it might burst at any moment, and the intensity of it all was overwhelming.

I had a dream. The same dream I always had whenever I slept peacefully. It felt as though the person in my dream was the source of the calm I had found. I didn’t understand it… but just like when he’s near, I feel safe and at peace.

It was Matt Foster again. A contradiction to everything I believed. Six months had passed since I decided to leave and go abroad. I was confused. After the day I kissed Matt in the hospital cafeteria, I began avoiding him. I was scared, and I admit it was a foolish move. I left the person I… like—love, I should say. But the fear in my heart was overwhelming.

Matt Foster was part of my past. He was my lover. I had already acknowledged that, but without my memories, I couldn’t just rely on my feelings. I couldn’t simply believe what my heart was telling me. So I ran away. I ran and hid from him.

“Emily, it’s your turn.”

I nodded at the staff and took a deep breath, staring at my reflection in the mirror. For six months, I tried to live a new life. Someone had scouted me and became my manager. He gave me a job, and now I was a model.

I ran away from Matt, so being a model seemed ridiculous. For someone hiding, being in the spotlight was the last thing I should do. But I wanted to try living this way. It was what felt comfortable.

I walked out of the dressing room, wearing summer attire: a red, seductive two-piece swimsuit. I had been offered the opportunity to endorse a new alcohol brand, which I accepted, since it was a big project and I liked the taste of the product.

“Emily’s here!”

I walked barefoot on the soft sand of the beach, wearing sunglasses and covering my swimsuit with a light robe.

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“Where is the male model?” The director asked, his face showing irritation.

I scanned the area, combing my hair with my fingers. It seemed my partner, Jason, was missing again. He had already missed two scheduled photoshoots for different products. And now, he was missing once more.

“Emily, you’re friends with Jason. Where is he?” the director asked again.

I shrugged my shoulders and sat on the sun lounger next to him. “I don’t know. He didn’t say anything.”

I know something, actually. He’s out of town with his… boyfriend. Jason is gay, and he knows that people in the industry will judge him for it, so he’s been trying so hard to hide it, to the point that he’s unknowingly neglecting his job.

“Goddamn it!” the strict female director cursed aloud. “Find me another male model! I’m canceling my contract with Jason. Damn that rude—”

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