Chapter 70

When Emily woke up the next morning, her heavy eyes fluttering open in the unfamiliar hotel room she had staggered into the previous night after she had pulled away from Jackson, her chest heavy and her mind with the thoughts running to and fro but she only one agenda plaguing her mind, the moment she sat up on the fluffy bed.

Revenge.

She had refused to pick up her phone, having to resist the urge to fling it at the wall but she managed to restrict herself. Her phone buzzed again beside, Ethan’s name springing on the screen but she ignored it, walking towards the window that overlooked the city’s view as she poured herself a glass of wine; red sparkling and sour, she winced but she allowed herself to enjoy even though it burned through her throat in an unusual way.

Anita was pregnant for Ethan’s baby, Anita her half sister that she never acknowledged and Ethan her contract marriage husband that she was going to marry for real.

Maybe it was time, maybe it was time she met her father.