Emma.
Fucking Nathan stopped being about revenge months ago. It became something deeper, something that felt like real passion and genuine attraction. The kind of connection I hadn’t known I was missing until it consumed me.
I spent most of my time at his mansion now. The kids and I had moved in fully after the divorce was finalized. Nathan treated me like I mattered. He listened when I talked about my day, remembered the little things like how I liked my coffee or the way I needed quiet time after a long shift. Even on the days when Ryan was being a complete dickhead—texting late at night asking for money or canceling plans with the kids again—Nathan would pull me into his lap, kiss my forehead, and remind me that I wasn’t alone anymore. He prioritized my feelings in a way Ryan never ha
