Emma cried for what felt like forever, but Justin remained completely unmoved.
He sat there on the couch, silent, watching her performance with those dark, hate-filled eyes.
Fifteen years.
He had known Emma for fifteen years—from the day she saved him until now.
And yet, in all that time, he had never realized just how good of an actress she was.
What a waste of talent—working in his corporation instead of becoming a professional actress.
Fifteen years, and he had never seen through her lies.
She acted when she tried to kill Haley.
She acted when she killed his mother.
Right now, all he wanted was to rip her heart out and see what color it was.
Was it red? Or was it black?
When he first saw the video, his rage had been uncontrollable.
But after sitting here, waiting in the dark for her to arrive, his mind had calmed.
Finally, he spoke.
“Emma, have I ever treated you badly?” His voice was low, restrained.
“Aside from love, what have I not giv
