KENNETH'S POV

Kenneth sat at his desk, gripping his phone, his knuckles white with frustration. He stared at the blank screen, his mind filled with disbelief. How dare she talk to him like that? Emilia had snapped at him—snapped—and then had the audacity to hang up on him.

The stupid woman! If he could put her in her place right now, he would. She needed to remember who was in charge. He wasn’t going to tolerate this behavior from anyone, least of all her. He'd pretended to be the perfect boyfriend to her, and to her children as well. But now he was simply sick of it.

He tossed the...