Chapter 88

Emma finally let out all the bitterness and sorrow she had been bottling up for years. It was not just the past two years but all the years she had spent orbiting around Frank. But after she had made up her mind to pull away, he clung to her like a burr. Frank's expression darkened, and an air of icy menace practically radiated off him. How could it be possible that there was no connection between him and Emma? He had come to realize that Emma was like a porcupine. The slightest touch sent her spines shooting up. Back when she adored him, she had tucked all her sharp edges away, afraid of hurting him. He had taken her for granted then. Now, he was forced to endure every painful cut. The atmosphere in the room grew oppressively heavy as if the tension were physically weighing on everyone. Thea stepped forward and gently addressed Emma, urging her, "Emma, why don't you let off some steam? Calm down a little." At the sight of Thea, Emma came back to her senses, and her eyes flashed w