*Daniel's POV*
"I'm sorry, Jack. I love you. But I love him more."
The words hit me like a ton of bricks. I watched as her eyes met mine, and I knew she was telling the truth.
"Fine. That's fine. You two move to the fucking beachhouse by yourselves. Carl and I will stay here. I'll file for a divorce and then we can work our visiting hours for when my child is born," Jack said.
"I'm sorry, Jack. I was trying to make everything work out for you," Emily said.
"I know. I'm not mad. Just a little hurt. I'll see you around, Emily. I love you," Jack said, tipping back a shot.
"I love you, too," she said, hugging him. Then she walked up the stairs towards me.
"You chose me?" I asked her, just to confirm what she had just said to Jack.
"I chose you. Finish giving Carl a bath and then I guess we're out of here. Let's move quickly so we don't cause him anymore pain," she said, walking past me and into the apartment.
"I'm sorry, Jack," I said. He looked up at me.
"Treat her well. And don't forget. Carl needs the sensitive shampoo," he said. I nodded and walked back to finish giving Carl his bath.
We were out of the apartment that night and settled in to the beachhouse. And I had her all to myself.
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A Revengeless Life
FanfictionHere's what would happen after the series finale of Revenge, if Daniel and Victoria had somehow miraculously survived. I know I've been dying since that show ended, so here is a little something for everyone that feels my pain.
