“Breath, Emma,” Spencer tried to soothe her.
“I… can’t…,” Emma was hyperventilating. Spencer sat her down on the couch and got her a cup of water.
“Take a sip,” Spencer put the glass to her lips and coaxed her to drink. After a few sips of water, Emma was able to get her breathing under control.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t think it would affect me so much. My emotions are everywhere. It’s the hormones,” Emma tried to explain away her reaction. The vice grip the William Stewart held around her heart had been all but gone. But now it was like it never left.
“You don’t have explain anything to me. You can just talk.”
“I’ll be okay,” Emma said through her crying. “We were only supposed to be married for a year anyway. Our relationship wasn’t real. Our marriage was technically arranged. We met un
