Emelia's POV
I sat in my car for what felt like hours. In reality, it probably hadn't been any more than a minute. My face was hot from anger, and my heart heavy from the earlier fiasco.
"My baby!" Lily screamed.
"I got you!" Victor spoke heroically.
I would've thrown up in my car if I had a spare plastic bag… But I knew there was no use in staying here. Whether I liked it or not, I had to face him.
Or maybe bolt for the house and slam the door in his face…
When I exited my car, I walked slowly and cautiously like I was navigating a minefield. One wrong step towards him, and I'd be subjected to his horrible excuses and weak apologies.
As it would seem, however, the whole damn driveway was filled with mines.
"Emelia…" Victor straightened his back even as I tried to give him a wide berth. "Are you okay?"
As usual, anything that came out of his mouth immediately set me off. "Why the hell do you care?" My nostrils flared. "Don't you have a new baby to worry about?!"
Victor flinched at my w
