Chapter One Hundred Seventy Eight

Emily.

He has ruined everything, every single thing I have planned up until now. He has ruined it and he wants me to be what….excited?

I never remembered asking him to help me find the dead child, he was dead to me, and still nothing is going to change that.

I stared at him with anger oozing out of me as he laughed happily like he had just won a fucking lottery.

“What did you do Ian?” I asked, still glaring at him.

He stopped laughing and tilted his head to look at me.

“I did what was right Emily. I got our son back and now we can live happily ever after,” he said and this time I was the one to laugh.

I burst into loud laughter when he was done talking, he really was dreaming big. Dreaming about something that would never happen or come to pass.

“You backstabbed and then you want what? You want me to be your bitch all the days of my life. I had just one wish from you, get the little girl for me, and then everything will be alright, as simple as that but you had to do something