The Accidental Wife (Emily and Julian)

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Was I a termble person for liking the pictures that were posted online? The night they were posted, I found myself staring at them, wishing that what was written was real.

I knew that Krusily was going to freak out upon seeing them, so I made sure to take everything under control. I made a few calls before falling asleep and when Ewoke up, the pictures were already taken down along with the articles. Yes. I was helping her when she sprained her ankle, but I couldn't ignore how my heart was dancing in my chest when her body was close to mine. Het sweet scent hit my nose and it took me to the first time I took her in my arms.

I had been five days since the pictures were posted and she told me it would be better to keep it low to avoid any unwanted attention. As if we were doing anything to keep things low! We were barely hanging out and Rosie was always with us.

As I was sitting in my office, reviewing some documents, the telephone rang, so I picked it up. "Mr. Kensington, somebody wants to see you. His name is Matthew Chapman." That was Emily's boyfriend. What the hell was he doing here?

I had only met him once at the party where I first saw Emily face-to-

face after five years, but we didn't really talk. However, I made sure to do my research about him. I wanted to know more about the man who had her heart. I wanted to know the man who planned on taking the place I once occupied, not to mention the fact that he was also "Let him in." I told him and put the documents in front of me aside.

A minute later, he walked inside, and I

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you. Mr. Kensington," he said

up to greet him "Have a seat please," I said after we shook hands.

"You can call me Julian." I sat down and kept my eyes on him. "May I know the reason behind your visit!" I wanted to get straight to the point

I'm here because of Amelia," he replied. What did he want to talk about?

"What's there to talk about?" I frowned

"I don't like your presence in her life" Did he think that I was going to get out of her life easily!

"I believe that you seem to forget that Amelia and I have a child together," I reminded him.

"I know, but you two shouldn't go out together. I believe you have seen the pictures that were posted online and I don't want any rumors to circulate about you two," he spoke with so much confidence, as if I was going to do what he wanted. "And I'm the one who made them disappear." 1 said.

"I understand that you have a daughter with Amelia, but that doesn't mean that you're welcome at her place." He had some nerve. Who the hell did he think he was to come to my office and talk to me like that?

"I visit my daughter at Amelia's place and since it's her place, she's the only person who has the right to prevent me from going there. I wasn't going to let him bully me into staying away.

"The woman you're talking about is going to be my wife sooner or later, so if I told her I don't like you going to her house, she's not going to refuse." My blood started to boil when he said the word "wife.

"Then you can discuss this with her and as long as you two do not live in your marital home, you don't have a say in this. I will be waiting for what Amelia has to say," I smirked, resting my back against my chair.

I knew Emily. She wasn't going to prevent me from seeing my daughter at her place.

"Do you think I don't know!" Anger started to surface in his voice.

"Know what?" I curiously asked.

"That you still love her, I lost my composure for a moment but quickly recovered. Was it obvious that I was still in love with her? Could Emily tell?

respect

her" I kept my reply short.

"And love her." Matthew chuckled. I wanted to punch him.

"She's the mother of my child. Of course, I'm going to love her. I decided to get on his nerves. Two could play this game.

going to make sure that you'll never see her again!" He practically jumped out of his seat. Great. I managed to annoy him.

"I'll be waiting." I called after him as he slammed the door of my office as he stormed out.

I might be trying to get on his nerves, but from the inside, I was petrified. What if he had the power over her to make her stop seeing me? Seeing ler made me feel alive. Whenever I spent time with her and Rasie, I felt like there was hope.

I knew that it was wrong of ine to think like that, but I couldn't help it. Whenever I saw her, I couldn't help but picture the two of us together. All 1 wanted was to be able to hold and kiss her like I used to.

I missed the sensation of her skin against mine and the way our lips perfectly fit. Emily completed me in different ways and nobody else could do that but her. Emily was my soulmate and if I wasn't destined to spend the rest of my life with her, I didn't want to spend it with a was it for me.

Not wanting to keep something away from her, I decided to call Emily to tell her what happened.

*Hey Julian," she said.

"Hi Amelia. How are you?"

"I'm good. I hope you're okay." I wasn't blind. I had been noticing the change in Emily's behavior with me. When we first started to talk, she was very reserved and kept her answers short, but now things were different. She was much more talkative, and I liked how she di to do. "I'm all good. There's something I want to talk to you about," I told her, taking a deep breath.

"Is everything okay?"

I told her everything that happened with Matthew, not keeping anything to myself. 1 even told her about how he said I still loved her. I didn't want to lie to her. I did it once and I wasn't going to make the same mistake twice.

"Do you think you can pick Rosic up? I want to talk to him, but I don't want her to be around," Emily requested.

"Amelia, I swear I don't mean to cause any trouble between you and your boyfriend. I just wanted to keep you in the know. It did kill me to see her with another man, but I wasn't going to ruin her relationship with him to have her for myself.

"I know, Julian. I just want to talk to him freely and Rosie gets scared easily of any heated talks," she explained to me.

"Should I send my driver to pick her up?" I asked her.

"If you want to send the driver, that's fine by me and if you want to pick her up yourself, you're more than welcome to do so," she told me, making relief fill my heart because it meant that I was still welcome at her place. It meant that I still had a place in her life, and I was go me to keep that place.