I can't keep my promise to you

Burying his face into his palms, Zane sighed, his heart heavy with a mix of relief and frustration. The sight of Emma standing before him, battered and bruised, sent waves of anger coursing through his veins. Every fiber of his being screamed for revenge, for the blood of whoever had dared to lay a hand on his beloved wife.

But as his anger burned, he also felt a profound relief wash over him. Emma was home, safe and sound. The fear and worry that had consumed him during her absence slowly started to ebb away, replaced by a desperate need to understand what had happened and to ensure that she was protected from any harm in the future.

Zane lowered his hands, his eyes fixating on Emma's face. He studied the emptiness in her eyes, the weariness etched into her features, and his heart clenched with a mix of pain and anger. He would find out the truth, he would bring justice to those responsible, and he would make sure that Emma never had to endure such torment again.

Taking a step closer