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

Zayn Callahan buttoned the cuff of his charcoal dress shirt with practiced ease. His penthouse apartment bathed in early sunlight, casting golden streaks across the walls.

He glanced at his phone. "Schedule?" he asked without looking up.

His assistant, Eliot, stood at the doorway. "Back-to-back meetings starting at ten. Interview at eleven."

Back in the interview room, Eliot stepped into Zayn's office.

Zayn was staring at the small bouquet he had picked up yesterday—a simple arrangement, but it reminded him of warmth. Of grace.

He nodded. "I'll do it myself today."

Eliot blinked. "You want to sit in?"

A mirrored glass wall lined one side of the interview room. From behind it, Zayn could see every candidate clearly without being seen.

He watched them enter and take their seats.

The three girls strutted in, trying too hard. The boys sauntered confidently. Then, she entered—modest, quiet, wearing a soft navy dress.Zayn's breath hitched. It's her. The woman from the flower shop.

He didn't hesitate. "Her," he said, pointing.

Zayn tapped the glass. "The older woman. What's her file say?"

Eliot handed it over. "Emily Wilson. Age 50. Prior caretaker experience. Letters of recommendation."

Zayn skimmed it, then nodded. "Hire her. Immediately. Send her to my office."

Eliot blinked again. "You don't want to see how she answers—?"

"I said hire her." He smirked. "I'm not hiring her resume. I'm hiring her."

CHAPTER 19