The Betrayal Runs Deeper
Michael handed her a pen. Emma looked at it, then at him. The man she had built a life with, sacrificed for, worked nights for to help launch his construction business… now wanted to discard her like an inconvenience.
She placed the pen down.
“No.”
His face hardened. “Don’t be difficult, Emma.”
But she didn’t flinch. “You already made this ugly. I’m just not going to make it easy.”
He left soon after, a smug smirk on his lips as his phone buzzed with what she could only assume was a message from Claire — the woman he left her for.
Emma stared at the ceiling long after he was gone. Something in her shifted.
He thought she was too weak to fight back.
He was wrong.
