"... Violet."

For some reason, the moment I met Henry, I saw a fleeting sense of guilt in his eyes.

He let go of his interlocking hands with Emma, his expression a little complicated, and then said to me, "Violet, you talk to Emma, I'll go outside for some fresh air."

"But your hand..."

I couldn't ignore Henry's hideous arm, but he interrupted me, "Something bad has happened to Emma. I think it's better for you to keep her company first."

Having said that, Henry opened the door and stood in the yard smoking.

I was in a daze that I hadn't seen Henry smoke for a long time because I didn't like the smell of cigarettes and he quit two years ago.

Looking at his sorrowful back and the intermittent sobs of Emma around me, I seemed to understand something.

At this moment, only Emma and I were left in the room.

"Violet, do you think you've won?" Her ethereal and cold voice rang out.

"What?" I looked at her in disbelief.

Emma suddenly seemed like a different person. She stared at me intently, her dark eyes as if poisoned, and said, "What are you still pretending to be?" You must be very proud of marrying Henry, right?"

This sentence directly shattered our friendship of two years.

I stared blankly at Emma, and a certain thought in my mind grew stronger, but I didn't dare to confirm it.

Until she stared at me straightforwardly, thought it was clear in her eyes, raised her head and looked at me coldly and said, "Can't you see it?" I have liked Henry for ten years. '

As the words fell, I felt as if struck by lightning.

I froze in place, my whole body icy cold.

Though I had a vague idea of it, my heart was pounding and my mind went blank in the face of Emma's bold confession.

Seeing me stunned, Emma seemed smug.

At this moment, she was no longer the good friend I used to be, but looked at me with a sneering gaze and said, "Don't you know yet?" It was because I didn't want to marry Henry that he married you to annoy me."

I can't say a word.

The sudden pain in my heart turned into a sharp knife churning, so painful that I couldn't breathe.

In the face of Emma's provocation, I suppressed my excitement and forced myself to fight back calmly: "Even so, Henry is my legal husband now, you can't."

Because of my words, Emma's face darkened, her expression became extremely sharp, and her eyes were filled with intense hatred and jealousy.

She threw the coffee table all over the place, making a shrill noise.

'Aren't you here to comfort me? Why do you humiliate me? It must be funny to you to lose my innocence, right? You don't have to force me, I'm going to die right now!"

Emma picked up the broken glass and pretended to stab herself in the neck.

No sooner had she finished speaking than I realized I had been tricked.

Sure enough, Henry and Mrs. Barkley, who had heard the commotion outside, rushed in. The former nervously snatched the glass shunt from Emma's hand over me, while the latter slapped me directly.

I was slapped to the ground, my knee was burning with pain, and my injured toe suffered a second injury and became bloody.

Then came a scathing abuse from Mrs. Barkley: "You shameless bitch, what did you do to my baby daughter!"

I covered my face and looked at Henry, who had lowered his eyebrows and was carefully checking if Emma had any injuries.