Victor's POV
"—t, but at least I'd have my self-respect."
Emily's final words hung in the air like a death sentence as she turned and walked away, her footsteps echoing down the hallway.
I sat there, frozen in my study, staring at the empty space where she'd been standing just moments ago.
What the hell just happened?
My hands were still gripping the arms rest of my chair. My chest felt tight, like someone had wrapped iron bands around my ribs and was slowly squeezing.
She'd snapped at me. And that had completely torn into me. And the worst part?
Every word she'd said was true.
My breathing came fast and shallow as I tried to process what had just occurred.
"Damn it!" I shouted to the empty room, slamming my palm against the armrest of my wheelchair. "Damn it, damn it, damn it!"
