Ending To Be His Seven-Year Secret Lover novel Chapter 1

I've been secretly dating my brother's best friend, Tyler Jenkins, for seven years. Then one night he was drunk, he said: "Emma Richardson, I'll find you someone better. Can you stop clinging to me?"

I stayed calm and said "okay."

In my past life, I didn't take his suggestion - stubbornly married him. After wedding, he completely ignored me.

While I was hemorrhaging after a car accident with eight months pregnant, he even went to concert with his secretary Jessica Moore.

I knew a heartbreaking truth - he might be someone else's savior.

But he was never meant to be mine.

Tyler froze when he heard the answer.

He clearly hadn't expected me to agree so easily.

The dim lights cast shadows across the booth.

His handsome face had an unusual flush, but his eyes were completely clear. He didn't seem drunk at all.

I sat there obediently, flashing him a gentle smile.

Tyler suddenly dropped his relaxed pose and sat up straight, his expression turning serious. "Emma, did you actually hear what I just said?"

I nodded. "Yeah, I heard it."

Back then , whenever he said stuff like this, I would act like a spoiled kid and beg him not to say that.

But now, I felt strangely calm. Like I was just watching someone else‘ drama unfold.

"Emma, you—"

Before he could finish, my brother David Richardson walked back in.

David spotted Tyler and smirked. "Guess who I just saw outside?"

Without an answer, he continued, "I saw your ex-girlfriend. She looks totally wasted and someone's leading her to a private room..."

Before David finished, Tyler shot up from his seat and strode out of the booth.

Seconds later, we heard shouting and the sound of breaking glass from outside.

I just sat there calmly eating the orange I'd peeled earlier.

It was his ex-girlfriend, Jessica Moore, who would eventually become his secretary.

Jessica was drunk and leaning against him like she couldn't stand on her own. Tyler didn't push her away—instead, he held her closer.

His eyes showed anger, and also something he probably didn't even notice himself—concern.

David slid over, eyes glinting with curiosity. "Emma, do you think they might be back together?"

His voice wasn't particularly loud, but Tyler heard it.

Tyler's head snapped up, when he saw me standing nearby, guilt crossed his face.

"I never think about getting back with her," he explained quickly. "She's really drunk..."

I smiled lightly and shook my head. "It's fine, Tyler. I get it. Jessica looks pretty wasted. You should take her home first."

Tyler seemed annoyed at my words but he didn't reject my suggestion.

As he left with Jessica, he made a point to tell David, "Don't let Emma wander around. Get her home early."