Shutting the door behind her, Emily's hand tightened on the doorknob before she finally let go.
She was furious—furious at herself for walking into such a humiliating scene.
She hadn't expected to walk in at the wrong time, but then again… what else should she have expected?
I should've known their relationship still runs deeper than this mistake of a marriage, she thought bitterly.
It was just a matter of time before she would be released from this sham anyway. Emily, don't let him into your life, no matter what. She warned herself.
No matter how she tried to rationalize it, the anger kept boiling inside her.
"Can't they go home if they want to cling to each other so badly?" she muttered under her breath.
Slowly, she walked back to her desk and sank into her seat, drained and frustrated. Her gaze turned vacant as she stared blankly ahead, lost in thought.
She tried to make sense of it all. Yes, she had walked in at the wrong time, but it wasn't really her fault.
