“And what is she doing here?” I asked my voice firm and deep
“Why are you questioning me?” Diana asked
“This is my house as well as my husband’s house” I yelled.
Emma stepped forward, her gaze on Diana “I thought you said your ex husband died?”.
The air was thick with tension as John's face turned red with anger. He walked up to Diana, his eyes blazing with fury, but he didn't say a word then he went back upstairs.
I couldn't help but smile, a mixture of amusement and satisfaction to hear what Diana told her daughter about her ex husband "So, Diana, you brought your daughter into this house?" I asked, my voice dripping with sarcasm.
Emma nodded, her eyes wide with no fear.
Diana's face twisted in a snarl. "Yes, and so?"
I smirked, enjoying the moment. "How old are you, Emma?" I as
