Emily's car screeched up the driveway of Michael's mansion, tyres crunching on gravel. She leapt out, slamming the door behind her.
As she stormed toward the entrance, her fingers bit into her palms. Her eyes blazed with anger, while her chest heaved with ragged breaths.
"No, no, no!" she muttered, hands clenched in her hair. "He humiliated me...in front of everyone!"
Her voice rose to a shriek. "Those two brats! He found out they were his. Carrying them like trophies...calling them his own!"
Emily's body shuddered, breath catching in ragged gasps. Her eyes welled up with tears, "I planned everything perfectly...what went wrong?"
A soft voice interrupted her turmoil. "Ma'am, would you like something chilled? You seem...distraught."
A maid stood before her, concern etched on her fac
