James stood frozen, like his body suddenly stopped listening to him. For a moment, he couldn't move at all—he just couldn't wrap his head around what he was seeing.
Emily had actually slit her throat in the most brutal, final way possible. No hesitation. No way out.
His first instinct was to run to her—to check if this was one of her tricks again. After all, being twisted and manipulative? That was her specialty. But the thick cloud of blood in the air... it felt like a net, holding him in place.
"Emily… Emily, no, don't do this…" The panicked voice came from Alex. He had rushed here after getting the call, probably planning to talk Emily down. But now he was staring at the scene like his whole world had just crashed—it was written all over his face.
He was too late. He never
