His Unfinished Love Story

ed up under the pastel pink blanket that had been a birthday gift from her grandparents. Emma took a moment to brush a stray strand of hair from Lily's forehead, her heart swelling w

f her interest in you." Emma felt a lump form in her throat. The words on the screen seemed to echo Daniel's laughter, the same laugh she had heard countless times, but now it felt tainted. Taking a deep breath, Emma closed the laptop and walked over to the kitchen. She stood by the sink, staring out the window into the darkened city below. The moonlight cast gentle shadows across the room, but they did nothing to dispel the unease that had settled in her chest. A few moments later, Daniel walked in, his tie loosened and the faint scent of his cologne still lingering. He looked up from his phone, his eyes meeting hers. "Everything alright?" he asked, his tone casual but his eyes sharp, as if sensing her distress. Emma took a deep breath, trying to steady her voice. "Daniel, can we talk for a minute?" He nodded, walking over and taking a seat at the kitchen table. "Of course. What's on your mind?" Emma sat across from him, her hands folded in her lap. "I was just working on my manuscript and I saw something on ChatGPT that concerned me. It's about a female friend of yours." Daniel's expression changed from casual curiosity to guarded. "Oh? What about her?" Emma searched for the right words, but they felt like sand slipping through her fingers. "I saw messages where you were talking about lending her your Rolex and asking if her daily selfies would bring you good luck." Daniel's eyes widened slightly, then he quickly masked his surprise with a smile. "Emma, it's nothing. Those messages are