Emma’s Point of View
The air in the room was suffocating, heavy with the weight of days spent drowning in humiliation and pain. I lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling, wondering how I had become a prisoner in the life I thought I’d build with Adrian. The door creaked open, again. I didn’t flinch this time. I was used to their invasions.
Adrian’s tall, brooding figure stepped in, his face cold and unreadable. Behind him trailed his mother Evelyn, her disdain practically oozing off her in waves, and Celia, wearing her usual smirk, triumphant and vile. It was like clockwork, another day, another attempt to break me. I sat up, ready to face whatever venom they had prepared. If they thought I was going to cower, they were in for a surprise.
Without a word, Adrian tossed a thick envelope on
