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

The floor of Callahan Global Enterprises gleamed under the ceiling lights. Every employee in the 38th-floor executive suite was seated, straight-backed and silent, their attention fixed on the conference room at the far end of the corridor. A large frosted glass door bore the golden crest of the company — a modern phoenix, wings spread wide.

Inside the meeting room, Zayn Callahan, the enigmatic CEO, stood at the head of the table. His jaw was tight, his dark hair slightly tousled like he had just run a hand through it. His navy suit hugged his broad shoulders perfectly, and the silver watch on his wrist glinted when he adjusted his sleeve.

Renee, her vibrant desk-mate who always wore bright lipstick,

Tasha, the quiet analyst with big glasses,

Jay, the marketing assistant who never stopped texting under the table.

Zayn's voice was deep and calm as he went over quarterly performance numbers.

"Good," he said, looking up. "But not good enough. We're aiming for exceptional."

After the meeting, whispers began circulating near the water cooler and in Slack channels.

"Mr. Callahan is looking for a private caretaker. Someone to prepare his meals, assist with wardrobe choices, manage the small things outside office hours."

"More like a personal home assistant. It's hush-hush though. He's tired of chefs and strangers in his space."

CHAPTER 8