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    “And just what are you going to do about it?” Emmett’s voice rose, frustration finally getting the better of him. Only Elsa had ever been able to push him this close to the edge. Before the divorce, he had at least managed to tolerate her. Now, he could barely stand to be in the same space as her.


    His sharp tone only fed her fury. “Oh, so that’s how it is now? You find yourself a younger woman and suddenly can’t spare me a shred of respect? Fine. What am I going to do about it? That’s for me to know. What I’m telling you right now is this—move out of that house!”


    “Not a chance!” Emmett turned sharply toward the security guard standing nearby. “Remove her from the premises.”


    The guard froze, caught squarely between two formidable figures. Emmett, a former high-ranking officer, was not someone to cross lightly. But neither was Elsa, a celebrated singer whose name regrly made the papers.


    “Sir,” the guard said hesitantly, ncing between them, “perhaps there’s another way to resolve this.”


    Unable to bear the tension any longer, Shari stepped out of the car. She touched her abdomen deliberately, walked to Emmett’s side, and spoke to him in a quiet,posed voice—a gentle contrast to the scene unfolding around her.


    “We really should get going, sweetheart. The doctor is expecting us for the prenatal exam. If we’rete, we’ll lose the appointment and have to wait another day.”


    Elsa’s gaze dropped to Shari’s stomach. Disbelief flickered across her face. “You’re pregnant again? Emmett, you really didn’t waste any time.”


    For a long time, she had been certain that after Shari’s miscarriage, another pregnancy was out of the question. She saw now just how wrong she had been.


    The cruelty behind Elsa’s words pushed Emmett past his limit. He felt the sting of open ridicule, his face burning with humiliation. “What does it have to do with you? Get out of here!” he snapped.


    Shari moved slightly closer to him and spoke in a calm, even tone. “Don’t be too harsh with her. Elsa did love you for many years. She only came here because she still cares. Seeing you with me—it makes her jealous.”


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    With a sharp, contemptuous sound, Elsa spat on the ground, not the least bit concerned with how it looked.


    In her youth, Elsa had once loved Emmett. But years of relentless conflict had worn that love down to nothing. What remained now was hatred, disgust, and a bone-deep loathing she no longer tried to hide.


    His behavior this morning had turned her stomach.


    “Shari, have youpletely lost your mind?” Elsa said. “Do you really think I came here to steal your husband? He could throw himself at my feet and beg, and I still wouldn’t take him back. You treat him like he’s some great treasure, but in my eyes, he isn’t worth a thing. I came to reim the house—not to trade nonsense with you. So hurry up and move out.”


    She folded her arms across her chest, making it perfectly clear she had no intention of leaving until they did.


    From behind her, a car horn red. The driver leaned out of the window and called, “Could you move your car? You’re blocking everyone.”


    Emmett seized the opening. He let out a short, derisive snort. “You really do need to move your car, Elsa.”


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