"Isabel, you owe me," Emerson said coldly, his words piercing through my heart. I married you, he reminded me, with nothing but revenge on his mind. In his heart, I was nothing more than a pale reflection of Lilith, the woman who had shattered my world. The pain of losing our child was already unbearable, but then came the devastating news – a malignant tumor threatened my life. And if that wasn't enough, the possibility of my father, now comatose, being involved in an unforgivable act, felt like it could crush me entirely. Yet, despite everything, when I made the decision to walk away, he grew increasingly desperate to win me back. But why? Was his ultimate goal not to push me away, as he initially seemed to desire?
