Emma’s POV
The drive home was a blur.
My hands gripped the steering wheel so tightly my knuckles ached, but I couldn’t bring myself to relax. My mind was spinning, replaying every word, every smirk, every calculated move Sam had made.
He had played me.
From the moment he sent that text, from the moment he sat across from Jeff in that restaurant, he had been pulling the strings and I had walked right into his trap.
A shudder ran through me as his final words echoed in my head.
"I’ll do whatever it takes to get my kids Emma. Whatever. It. Takes."
I swallowed hard, my stomach twisting with unease.
What if he really could take them from me? Sam had money, and connections. He had the ability to paint me however he wanted in court, to manipulate the system in his favor.
And worst of al
