Chapter fifty seven

Emily’s POV

Asshole! Ungrateful asshole, that was who he was. I was the one who was stupid enough to feel sorry for him. I should have told him that he deserved all of the things he was going through, but that was not my style. I wasn't raised like that.

I could do better, I know I could.

In the previous week, I found paintbrushes and Cassie was kind enough to give me canvas and I began to paint again. Just like how I used to when Papa was still alive and when Mama and I were his priorities. I miss the days when my life felt so complete.

Now I was stuck walking around eggshells. Because I hadn't drawn or painted anything for years, it was rough and needed a lot of adjustment.

I abandoned it.

The King didn't come to check on me that evening. Only the maid brought food and she was not Claire or Cassie so there was no one I could vent. I had a feeling he was avoiding me. I tried to convince myself that it wasn't that much of a big deal yet I felt unsatisfied.

I was the one who was supp