HOLDING a glass of wine, Emilia stood on her balcony, gazing at the stars, lost in thought, sighing occasionally. It was already one in the morning, but she couldn't sleep.
She knew it was wrong to retaliate against someone who had wronged her. Let karma deal with those who hurt others.
But earlier, when she saw Tyron face-to-face in her office, she couldn't control her anger. She remembered what he had done to her.
She thought about how disadvantaged she was back then because she had no money. She was at a loss no matter how she looked at it. She was desperate then, willing to do anything for her family.
And earlier, while Tyron silently cleaned up the mess she had made on the floor, she wanted to torment him repeatedly.
She didn't want to, but she couldn't stop the anger that welled
