Behind Closed Doors

CHAPTER 43

The only sound Emily could hear was the water splashing against her face. She lay calmly in the bath, deep in thought. With her mother gone, she needed to leave this place immediately. The problem was, she hadn't finalized her divorce as she had hoped, and her brother was still in jail—at least, the last time she checked. She also needed time to talk to her brothers before she left.

Most of all, she wondered why she was cursed.

"Emily?" She heard a voice and saw Donna snapping her fingers in front of her.

"Yes, yes," Emily jolted, quickly covering her bare chest with her hands.

"I've been calling you for a while. I thought something happened to you—thank goodness you're okay," Donna said, sounding relieved.

"Is Lucas awake?" Emily asked, confused as to why Donna was there.

"No, he's still knocked out," Donna joked. "Did you order anything? I heard the doorbell, but none of my deliveries are scheduled for today."

"No... I didn't," Emily replied, trying to recall. "Are you sure you're not expecting anything?"

Donna shook her head. "I'm sure."

"Maybe you should check; it could be for you," Emily suggested.

Donna hesitated for a moment. "Perhaps you're right," she said, walking away. Emily settled back into the water and closed her eyes.

Meanwhile, Donna opened the front door, only to be greeted by a huge bouquet of flowers and a group of people standing outside. The bouquet was so large it barely fit through the door.

"Special delivery, miss," the man behind the flowers said, pushing the bouquet aside to see her face.

Donna frowned in confusion. "I didn't order this."

"Someone did, on your behalf. I was asked to deliver it," the man replied politely.

"Are you sure this is the right address?" Donna forced a smile.

"Emma!" the man called, and a woman stepped forward, handing Donna an address card in gold. Donna accepted it and stared at it, puzzled. Why was her address printed on an elegant gold card? These people didn't look like typical delivery agents—they were patient, well-dressed, and professional, unlike the usual hurried and casual couriers.

"Please, accept the gifts," the man urged.

Donna slowly took the bouquet, only to be handed another package immediately after—a large one.

"Who sent these?" she asked, now even more bewildered.

"All the information is inside the package, ma'am," the man said with a polite smile before leaving. Donna watched them go, then brought everything inside and locked the door behind her.

The fresh roses smelled so wonderful that she took a deep breath before gently placing them on the center table. She reached for the package and carefully opened it, revealing two boxes. The smaller one read, "To Donna," while the larger one was labeled, "To My Beloved."

Emily.

Of course, it was from him. These expensive gifts could only be from him. Donna looked at the boxes with contempt. She knew she had to show them to Emily, but how would she react when she saw them—and realized who they were from? It would be like reopening an old wound.

But the gifts were so extravagant. She couldn't discard them without  Emily seeing them.

"Emily, there's something you need to see," she called out. Donna opened the box with her name on it and found a dazzling set of jewelry. Glancing at the back, she saw the label "Tiffany & Co."