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Hello, Ex! I Finally Found My Worth!

They say Love is blind, but no one is ever truly blind in love. We see everything; we just choose to ignore them because we're scared to move on or start afresh. Twenty-eight years old, Emma Winters has her dreams clearly defined. To have a loving family, a beautiful home, and a stable, fulfilling life. Not only do those dreams come crumbling down when her husband hands her divorce papers just when she tells him she's pregnant, but her pride and dignity are questioned when Jake announces that Emma was unfaithful to him. Emma loses hope in everything she believes in. However, hope comes to her when the enigmatic billionaire Alexander Sterling offers her a way out: A contract marriage to him. Will Emma accept this way out of her predicament even when this savior is none other than her ex-husband's uncle? What happens when she accepts the contract and is only chased back by her ex? Will she return to her once lover, or will she accept her growing feelings for her contract husband? Find out as we unravel Emma's story together! *****Excerpt******** “Why would you help when I was put in this mess by my own husband?” Emma cut in, now crying. “Because your husband is my nephew, and not only do I want to salvage the situation my nephew put you in, I want to escape his plot,” Alex said, and Emma’s heart stopped for a moment, a cold chill running down her spine as she replayed the words in her head. Nephew? His nephew? Jake was this man's... Alex's nephew? She mused, and then the realization of what that meant dawned on her like a crashing wave, knocking the breath from her lungs. Her eyes widened as she stared at him, the shock evident on her face. “Your nephew? You’re Alex Sterling, Jake's uncle?” she asked, unable to believe it herself. Alex nodded, his expression unchanged. “Yes. I'm his uncle,” Alex confirmed, and Emma shook her head.

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It’s Time

Margaret sat in the dimly lit living room of her sprawling home, her trembling hands clutching a tissue that had long since given up its purpose.

Her normally pristine makeup was streaked down her cheeks, the result of an afternoon spent in tears.

The humiliation she had endured at Alex's house replayed in her mind, each moment sharpening her anguish into anger.

The look on Emma's face when she saw her. The way she had begged and pleaded with both Alex and Emma just so they could help her son.

The way Alex had said nothing and the way Emma had barely stood there and let Claire talk to her the way she did while she made a fool of herself.

How dare they? How dare Claire speak to me like that? Like I'm an outsider when Alex and Emma are the outsiders?

The memory of Claire standing up for Emma, her voice cold and unyielding as she ordered the butler to throw Margaret out, was a knife twisting in her chest.