Chapter 7

"Mother, I've made myself clear. Emma needs me. Refrain from making such inappropriate remarks in the future. My wife is and will always be Emma!" Anker's voice was cold and hard as steel, brooking no argument as he dragged me into the master bedroom. The solid wood door slammed shut behind us. He threw me roughly onto the Frette-customized bed. His tall frame followed, pinning me down, the cuff of his Armani suit biting into my wrist. "Emma Phillips," he gritted out, his grey-blue eyes blazing with a fury I'd never witnessed, "it was an unplanned pregnancy. How long are you going to hold it against me?" Tears blurred my vision. "Anker, you promised to make me happy. But now…" My voice shattered, "…every day with you is agony…" His expression froze. The anger was replaced by something deeper. "I'm sorry…" His voice was hoarse, raw. "It's all my fault. I'll make it up to you. Can we start over?" His embrace crushed me, as if trying to mold me into his body. But it was too late—my