Sharon_Adetan

At fifty, Emily Wilson never imagined starting over.
She gave her life to her husband and raised two grown sons—only to be cast aside like she never mattered. Betrayed by the man she trusted for decades, humiliated by his young mistress, and abandoned by her own children, Emily is left with nothing but a suitcase and heartbreak.

With nowhere to go, she leans on her bold, divorced best friend, who drags her to the big city to start fresh. There, Emily learns how to laugh again, find a job, dress for herself—not for anyone else—and slowly rebuild the woman she once was.

But just when she thinks life has given her all it can, he walks in.
Zayn Callahan — 25, rich, powerful, and emotionally shut down. A man with money but no warmth. Women want him for his name. He wants nothing—until he meets her.
Emily, with silver in her hair and sorrow in her eyes, is everything Zayn never expected to crave. And for Emily, Zayn is a dangerous temptation… young enough to be her son, yet looking at her like she’s the only woman left in the world.

Can two broken hearts heal each other, or will the world around them tear it apart before it begins?

This is not just a love story.
It’s a second chance. A defiance of age. A reminder that it’s never too late to be seen, desired, and truly loved.

From Housewife to Heiress

Morning light filtered through the curtains, warming her skin. Emily stirred, opening her eyes slowly. The silence was peaceful. Different from her old life where the noise of family, arguments, and loneliness masked her every thought.

She sat up, combed her hair with her fingers, and washed her face in the nearby bathroom. The reflection in the mirror wasn't the woman she used to be—but perhaps, it was the woman she was meant to become.

When she stepped out of the room, the apartment was already alive. Neno stood in the kitchen, humming as she stirred a pot.

"Good morning, Em," she said with a soft smile. "Did you sleep well?"

Emily nodded. "Better than I expected."

They ate together quietly. Neno didn't push her to talk but kept her company. It was a gift Emily didn't realize she needed.

Soon, Lara emerged from her room dressed sharply in a navy blue skirt suit and modest heels. Her hair was pulled into a neat bun, and her work bag was slung over hershoulder.

"Mum, I'm off!" she called, moving toward the door.

"Wait!" Neno stopped her, holding out a plate. "You didn't eat."

Lara hesitated. "Mum, I have to be early. My boss is a psycho about time."

"Still," Neno insisted. "At least eat a little."

Lara rolled her eyes affectionately and grabbed the toast. "Thanks, Mum. Bye, Aunty Em."

"Good luck," Emily said with a faint smile.

As the door closed behind her, Emily found herself suddenly alone with her thoughts again. She looked down at her hands, at the slight tremble in her fingers. What now?

She had no job. No qualifications. No real plan. But she was here. She was alive. And somehow, that had to be enough.

"Maybe I'll start with getting some fresh air," she murmured to herself, setting her cup in the sink.Outside, the city buzzed with energy. And somewhere in the chaos, her new beginning waited.

CHAPTER 7