His hell.

Emma was inside the car, brainstorming the best ways to approach her fake husband for help when Mrs. Adams came in, granting a pleasing surprise.

“ What took you so long?!” She asked, almost toppling her over. “ Where is the woman? What happened there? I almost called Asher.” She exposes herself without care.

“ Oh my Lady, I didn’t know you were that worried, I’m sorry that it took a while to resolve. I had to pick up some things on my way back.” She explained with a smile. “ Speaking of Mr. Braxton, are you sure you didn’t reach out to him? I just got off the phone with him.” She accused, jokingly, of course. Mr. Braxton had called for a different reason, one she wasn’t at liberty to discuss.

Emma couldn’t care less about her supposed husband, that was besides the case, she was more interested in whatever it was that transpired inside the store.