Chapter Seventeen

Emma

Footsteps can be heard and soon I feel a presence behind me. I knew very well who it was.

"Didn't I already tell you to stay away from my wife?"

"I was keeping her company. Emma was feeling bad."

Boris looks at me and his face changes from angry to worried.

"What are you feeling?"

"It's nothing, it's over. Can we leave?"

"We just got here."

"If you want to stay, then stay!"

I get out of there and walk over to the car parked in front of the mansion.

The driver drives me back home in silence. As soon as I arrive I go straight to my room.

I look at the picture that was on the bedside table. It was us together, on our wedding day. My face was sad, without a trace of joy.

That day for me was more like a funeral.

"Just when I think everything is going to be okay.... Then you mess it up and leave me hurt."

I throw the picture frame on the floor causing it to shatter. I pick up the picture among the shards of glass and cut my hand, but that didn't bother me.

I take a good look at my face