RECLAIMING THE CROWN.
Emma's POV.
The iron gates of the Quinn estate opened slowly as I drove my car up the familiar winding driveway, and looking at the massive mansion made me feel a strange mix of relief and anger because I had spent the last seven years living like a pauper for a man who was busy betraying me. I walked straight up the marble steps, and the head butler immediately opened the door with his eyes wide in surprise before he quickly bowed and ushered me into the main styling room where my old wardrobe had been kept completely untouched. I stripped off my worn-out jeans and the faded shirt that smelled faintly of the restaurant kitchen, choosing instead a tailored dark green designer suit that fit my hourglass figure perfectly, and as I fastened the silver buttons and loo
