Chapter 43

I was so wrong. I thought Emma was weak and couldn’t hurt me but forgot how cruel and cunning she was. The horrified expressions of my colleagues and the guards were still floating in my mind. Their look of disgust still lingers behind the back of my mind, making me groan. Oh, Goddess. I just want to get away from all these power plays and politics. I remember what I thought when guards were hesitant to leave Emma with me that they were dead wrong if they thought Emma could hurt me, but I was the one who was completely out of mind. She could have and had hurt me. In ways I couldn't even think of. When I think I am one step ahead of them, my enemies show me that I can never leave them behind. It was completely absurd how she barged inside my office, begged me for forgiveness and when she found us alone, she showed me her real face. She acted like I was the one hurting when it was the contrary she was hurting herself. I knew she was going to be okay and so would be her child, but I could