Chapter 87

• Something was definitely up. Emilia had said she would be gone for an hour but then took two hours. That wasn't like her. Max knew the threat she issued him was because she was angry but she wouldn't have taken so long to come back, especially after telling him that. Then there was the fact that she didn't touch her food. In the two weeks he'd been there, he had noticed how she ate anything she came across. When he asked her, she told him she was breastfeeding so everything she ate wouldn't last long in her stomach. He loved her enthusiasm about being able to eat whatever she wanted without gaining weight.
• Since she'd left angry at him, he hadn't dared ask why she was so quiet, afraid that she might snap at him again. The things TC had told him had been both shocking and disturbing. The fact that Lisandra had planted a spy in Em's house just to keep tabs on her was maddening. He wanted to know why she wouldn't leave them alone. Wasn't being in prison enough for that woman? Why would she want to keep tabs on his wife? Then there was the other thing he didn't want to believe. No matter how much he looked at it, he couldn't, wouldn't let himself even think that his mother had anything to do with his son's death.
• It was unbelievable and there was no way he was telling Emilia any of that. She'd never gotten along with his mother. Their fights had driven him insane because they always put him in the middle. Between a mother and a wife, whom could a man choose? His wife whom he loved with every bone in his body or the mother that had given birth and raised him? And now this? He didn't want to think what Emilia would do if she found out about it. Sending him straight to hell for starters and demanding his mother be imprisoned.