Chapter 8

I heard the sounds of water dripping onto the floor. Preston had actually wet himself.

Pinching my nose, I shot him a disgusted look and motioned at my bodyguards to bring him down. Meanwhile, Tara screamed and begged for mercy. Her shrill voice woke Emma up from sleep.

Without hesitation, Emma broke free from the bodyguard's arms and jogged over to Preston. She pleaded with me, "Mommy, please forgive Daddy. I want us to live as a family."

"He's not your father. He lied to Mommy and hurt Mommy. Look—he even beat me up. Do you still want to take his side?" I crouched and directed the question at the young Emma while staring into her eyes.

This was the last chance I extended to Emma. If she picked me, I would guarantee that she would not see Preston again, and that she would live a comfortable life. If she chose Preston, I would show her no mercy.

Her eyes darted between me and Preston. Finally, she said sweetly, "I want Daddy!"

My expression crumpled. I replied sternly, "I got it.