Emma's POV

I clenched my fists, trying to hold back my anger. The kids were still playing, and I didn't want them involved in this confrontation. James always knew how to stab me right in the weakest spot, and today was no different.

"I may be alone, but I'm a lot stronger than you think, James," I replied, trying to stay calm. "And I don't need a husband to be a good mother. So, you should just mind your own business and let me live mine."

James smirked, looking at the kids running around us. "Oh, strong, huh? Interesting. But I can't deny, Emma, ​​that you've probably fooled yourself. Do...