Emily’s POV
I sat on the edge of the bed, staring at my phone, fingers tapping against my knee. The city lights spilled through the window, reflecting off the screen. The message I was about to send felt like a betrayal…to myself, to everything I’d fought for. But it was also a move, a necessary one.
I exhaled sharply, then typed:
‘Dad, I’m back with Cole. We’re fixing things.’
A beat passed. Then another.
My phone vibrated.
‘Good. I knew you’d come to your senses.’
I scoffed, rolling my eyes. My father had never hidden his opinions…he believed in power, in keeping our companies aligned, in making sure the Greyson and Hart names remained untouchable. Love? That was never part of the deal.
‘Whatever. Just stay out of my life.’ I sent back.
For the first time in years, he didn’t arg
