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 car pulled up in front of an impressive glass building with bold steel architecture. Emily's mouth went dry.

"This place is... massive," she murmured, stepping out slowly.

"It's intimidating, I know," Lara said with a gentle squeeze of her arm. "But you'll do great."

She handed Emily the file once more and guided her to a door marked "Interview Waiting Room."

"I have to get back to my desk," Lara said. "But good luck. Seriously." She hugged her. "You've got this, Aunt Emily."

Emily managed a smile and stepped inside.

Three young women sat near the front, dressed in body-hugging, glittery dresses that seemed more appropriate for a nightclub than an office. Two young men in fitted suits lounged across from them, looking expensive and relaxed.Emily quietly took a seat in the corner, smoothing her modest navy skirt and trying not to fidget.

One of the girls—tall, blonde, and confident—flicked her hair over her shoulder and whispered to the others, loud enough for Emily to hear. "I heard the CEO is young. Super young. And so hot."

The second girl smirked. "If he sees this dress, the job's as good as mine." She pulled at the neckline for emphasis.

"Ugh, I hope he picks me. I mean, look at this body," the third one giggled, striking a dramatic pose.

The boys glanced over, amused but silent. One of them gave a half-smirk and said, "Bet he doesn't even bother interviewing the older ones."

Then the blonde looked straight at Emily and whispered, "Did someone's mom walk into the wrong room?"

They all giggled. Even the boys chuckled quietly, not bothering to hide it.

Emily clenched her hands in her lap, her knuckles whitening. She didn't look like them—she didn't belong in their world of perfect brows, fake lashes, and designer perfumes. But she was here. And she was going to try.

CHAPTER 18