At that moment, Emily was now standing in a corner of the study, her arms folded tightly across her chest, her eyes quietly observing James as he paced like a lion in a cage. The air was heavy with frustration, and the only sound was the ticking of the clock mixed with James' restless breathing.
But Emily's mind was far from the wreckage. Her thoughts were loud, louder than James' muttering.
"I'll give him some time," she whispered internally. "I won't rush. I'll just watch… observe. If he pulls himself together, maybe just maybe there's still something left for me here."
She lowered her eyes, her chest tightening.
"But if things get worse if he spirals down and loses everything then I'm gone. No explanations, no tears. I won't think twice. I didn't work this hard to get here just to suffer beside a man who doesn't know how to protect what he has."
