My throat tightened, and my eyes felt dry. I looked at Emily as if she were a stranger, unable to understand how the woman who once cared only for me could change so completely, all because of Grant.
Her arms were crossed, brows drawn together, her eyes cold and distant. At that moment, she looked unbearable to me.
“Hmm, you should think about what you’ve done.”
Emily took Grant’s hand and started toward the door. Before leaving, she stopped and, without looking back, said coldly.
“If you still want this marriage to last, you’d better learn to control your temper. If you can’t, then learn from Grant.”
“You’re already in your thirties, yet you can’t even compare to a boy in his twenties. You make me lose face.”
Her words hit me hard, leaving me frozen as I watched Emily and Grant walk away.
A warm wetness slid down my face. I touched it, then brought my fingers to my lips; it was bitter and salty.
I let out a small, bitter laugh. Because of Emily, I had cried more times than I could count. From the day we met until our marriage, I had given her everything.