Gabriel’s POV
I was still on the phone call with my lawyer when I heard Emmanuella tiptoeing quickly toward me. Instinctively, I knew this was going to be ugly, so I had already hung up the call with my lawyer. But I pretended to still be on the line, changing the words coming out of my mouth to something generic, anything to keep her from discovering what I was really talking about and to whom.
Suddenly, she snatched the phone from my ear and smashed it to the ground. Her eyes darted dangerously at me, filled with a rage I had never seen before. It was as if she could hold a knife and wouldn’t hesitate to stab it right into my stomach.
I had never seen this side of Emmanuella. I never even knew it existed. She was like a rabid dog, aggressive, disoriented, and with a brain tumor that m
