Chapter 53

"Who are you?" Emma stared at the man in front of her, her eyes wide with fear, voice trembling slightly. "Who am I?" The man let out a cold scoff. "You don't need to know that. Just know I'm the guy your beloved husband wants dead." My husband's enemy? Emma wasn't stupid. That line alone told her everything she needed to know—the man didn't want her, he wanted a bargaining chip against Ethan. She pressed her lips together, a hint of a bitter smile showing in the corner of her mouth. "You really think grabbing me is gonna work?" she said with a laugh, her tone laced with sarcasm. "To him, I'm just... not that important." "Oh really?" The man picked up a glass of red wine from the table, gently swirling it. The light reflected off the glass, casting a strange glint on his face as he smirked. "And why would I take your word for it?" "Believe me or not, I'm just saying—if I die here, Ethan wouldn't even blink." Emma didn't just say it to throw him off. Deep down, she meant every word. Tha