Chapter Seventy eight.

Emily's POV.

We entered Liam's room, I couldn't help but glance around the familiar surroundings, the images of my last time here came crashing through my mind, it felt just like yesterday, the day he had served me those divorce papers and I had it signed and left in tears.

If only that was the only memory rushing through my head at this moment, it would have helped enhance my hatred towards Liam and I could find my way out of here real fast, but surprisingly, it was replaced with the memories of the night Liam came home drunk and made love to me, it was the most passionate night of my life, he touched all the right places.

I brushed the memories away and focused on the best possible way to get myself out of here before I really lose control.

He walked towards the mini bar cabinet in the room and grabbed a bottle of wine with a pair of glasses and set it on the center table motioning me to come closer.

I went to sit on the couch and watched as he poured out the drink into the gla