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Love, Divorce and Everything else
**Chapter:37 : "Unraveling Trust"**
Myra sat motionless on the couch, her fingers trembling as she wiped away silent tears. The weight of the day bore down on her, each moment replaying in her mind like a cruel reminder of how easily Margaret had twisted Emma’s innocent heart. The words Emma had spoken, laced with resentment and confusion, cut deeper than any wound Myra had ever known.
Her parents sat beside her, their warmth offering a semblance of comfort. “Don’t worry, sweetheart,” her mother whispered, stroking her hair. “Emma is just a child. She doesn’t understand. It’s easier to manipulate young minds, but in time, she will see the truth.”
Myra’s father nodded. “She loves you, Myra. She always has. You just need to be patient. Let her heal.”
Ryan stood apart from them, near the window, his arms crossed tightly over his chest. He was silent, lost in his own thoughts. Myra glanced up at him, and in that moment, she saw the fear in his eyes—the fear of losing her. Her heart clenched at the realization. He didn’t want to come between her and Emma. He didn’t want to be the reason for any more pain. And yet, the worry was eating away at him.
Myra slowly stood and walked toward him. As she reached him, she placed her hands on his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart beneath her touch. “Ryan,” she whispered, tilting her head up to meet his gaze. “We will get through this. Don’t worry, my love.”
Ryan exhaled shakily, his arms finally wrapping around her. “Are you sure?” he murmured. “What if Emma never accepts me? What...
Myra sat motionless on the couch, her fingers trembling as she wiped away silent tears. The weight of the day bore down on her, each moment replaying in her mind like a cruel reminder of how easily Margaret had twisted Emma’s innocent heart. The words Emma had spoken, laced with resentment and confusion, cut deeper than any wound Myra had ever known.
Her parents sat beside her, their warmth offering a semblance of comfort. “Don’t worry, sweetheart,” her mother whispered, stroking her hair. “Emma is just a child. She doesn’t understand. It’s easier to manipulate young minds, but in time, she will see the truth.”
Myra’s father nodded. “She loves you, Myra. She always has. You just need to be patient. Let her heal.”
Ryan stood apart from them, near the window, his arms crossed tightly over his chest. He was silent, lost in his own thoughts. Myra glanced up at him, and in that moment, she saw the fear in his eyes—the fear of losing her. Her heart clenched at the realization. He didn’t want to come between her and Emma. He didn’t want to be the reason for any more pain. And yet, the worry was eating away at him.
Myra slowly stood and walked toward him. As she reached him, she placed her hands on his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart beneath her touch. “Ryan,” she whispered, tilting her head up to meet his gaze. “We will get through this. Don’t worry, my love.”
Ryan exhaled shakily, his arms finally wrapping around her. “Are you sure?” he murmured. “What if Emma never accepts me? What...
