My Work Husband's Regret

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ng more and more about Lucas. She was trying to ignore the feelings that wer

te all of her best intentions. She had known him for months now, yet the

file or just making small talk. His presence was warm and comforting, and Emma couldn't help but notice how his compliments

a working lunch. He'd requested her insight on a legal matter involving a case they were collaborating on, but she soon realized

isconnected from the people around him. Emma listened intently, offering her advice and support as she always did. But there was something different in the way he looked at her. She could see the

e the progress we've made on the case." Emma wasn't sure if he meant it as a professional gesture or if there was something more behind it, but she agreed. Maybe it was just a dinner to ma

ing for Lucas, but whether that something was mutual, she couldn't say. The night of dinner arrived. Emma carefully selected an outfit that was professional

od, and casual laughter. But as the night wore on, the tension between them became more palpable. They both seemed acutely aware of the space between them,

et bench, Lucas turned to her, his face serious but warm. "You know, Emma," he said quietly, "I really enjoy working with yo

ed to say something-anything-but the words caught in her throat. Instead, they stood there in silence, the weight of the moment hanging between them. What had start