Emily's POV
I didn’t even know how to react. My first instinct was to turn around and walk straight out of the room. But then I didn't. This was my room. My home. My marriage.
Not hers.
I took a deep breath, my hands shaking as my eyes locked on Vivian again.
She looked at me with that satisfied smile, crossing her legs. “Oh, you came running back,” she said, her voice filled with sarcasm. “Hmm.”
She set her phone aside. “Why did you come back? Did you run out of food? Clothes? Or did you come for your remaining belongings?” She smirked. “Well, don’t worry. I already took your clothes from all the wardrobes in this room and tossed them in that basket over there.”
My stomach turned. Slowly, my eyes followed her gaze and I spotted a basket full of my clothes
