Chapter 21

CHRISTIAN'S POV

I sat in my office, the room cast in darkness, the scent of whisky thick in the air.

My eyes landed on the pictures placed on the desk, I have been staring at them for hours. The pictures of Emily's children and one of mine when I was a child.

The resemblance was very obvious and my mother's voice kept echoing in my mind.

But I couldn't get the image of Emily with James and the children. The children who could be mine and bore a striking resemblance with me. The thought swirled in my mind, James was living the life that was meant for me.

‘That family that belonged to me.’ I thought bitterly as I swirled the whisky in the glass and took a long sip.

The more I drank, the angrier I became, rage bubbling inside of me. I can't let Emily slip through my fingers again.

I clenched the glass tightly as I pictured James with Emily. I growled as I threw the empty glass against the wall.