MIA''S POV


    It''s been weeks since I dropped my little bombshell on Emily, and nothing changed. I expected her to pack her bags and leave Adam the moment she found out about Adam and me. But no, she was still there, ying house, acting like the perfect little wife.


    It was infuriating. Didn''t she have any self-respect? Or was she just that desperate to cling to him?


    Either way, it was clear I''d have to take matters into my own hands. Emily needed to go, and if she wouldn''t leave on her own, I''d make damn sure she had no choice.


    I began to tail her. And finally, today was the day. I watched from my parked car as Emily left her office building.


    God, I hated her.


    Because of her, Adam was avoiding me.N?velDrama.Org is the owner.


    He stopped taking my calls. She must have threatened him. Adam was quite weak when it came to making decisions like this. But the fact remained that she was trying to steal him from me again!


    My blood was boiling just by looking at her face. I stepped out of the car and I strode towards her. Emily saw meing.


    "You bitch," I snarled, lunging at her. My hands were aimed at her throat.


    But before I could reach her, strong arms wrapped around me from behind, lifting me off my feet. I thrashed and screamed, my nails raking uselessly against the arms that held me.


    "Let me go!" I shrieked, watching as Emily calmly climbed into her car. "You can''t hide from me forever, Emily! I''ll make you pay!"


    The car door mmed shut, and Emily was gone, leaving me struggling in the grip of what I now realized was her bodyguard. When the hell did she hire personal security?


    How dare she?


    Eventually, the bodyguard released me, but not before Emily''s car had long since disappeared from view. I stumbled back to my own vehicle, shaking with fury and humiliation.


    The drive back to my apartment happened with a series of angry tears and ns for revenge. By the time I stormed through my front door, I was beyond rational thought. All I could see was red.


    I don''t remember deciding to do it. But one moment I was pacing my kitchen, the next I was holding a knife.


    Without hesitation, I dragged it across my wrist, feeling with a detached fascination as blood welled up and began to drip on the floor. The pain I felt was sharp, immediate, but somehow distant. Like it was happening to someone else. I watched the blood flow, feeling lightheaded but strangely calm.


    This should be enough to make Adame back to me.


    I took my phone with my other hand. Adam''s number was at the top of my recent calls list. I hit the video call button, sliding down to sit on the floor as I waited for him to answer. Why the fuck wouldn''t he answer my calls.


    My consciousness was already starting to slip away because I was losing so much blood. But I tried to keep my eyes open.


    Just then, Adam''s face appeared on


    the screen. He looked annoyed at first, probably about tounch into some speech about how we couldn''t keep doing this. But then his eyes widened when he saw me.


    "Mia?" He immediately called in a concerned tone,


    "Adam," I gasped weakly.


    "Help me. Please."


    "Mia, what did you do?" Adam''s face was pale now, his eyes darting around as if searching for clues.


    "Where are you? I''m calling an ambnce."


    I shook my head, wincing at the wave of dizziness the movement caused.


    I whispered. "Emily...she did this. She came after me."


    Adam''s face hardened, "What are you talking about? Emily wouldn''t-"


    "She did," I insisted, letting out a choked sob for effect.


    "Because I told her about us. She went crazy and said if she couldn''t have you, no one could...she said she''ll kill me and make it look like Imitted suicide."


    I could see the conflict ying out on Adam''s face. He wanted to believe me, I could tell.


    "Mia, you''re not making sense. Just tell me where you are. I''m on my way," he begged in a strained voice.


    I smiled weakly and felt a perverse sense of satisfaction. He wasing for me. He still cared.


    "My apartment," I managed to say.


    "Hurry, Adam. I don''t know how much longer..."


    My vision was really starting to fade


    now and ck spots were dancing


    at the edges of my eyes. I let my eyes flutter closed, hearing Adam''s panicked voice calling my name from what seemed like very far away.


    This wasn''t exactly how I''d nned things, but it would do. Adam would find me and save me. And Emily will be out of the picture soon enough. After all, who would believe the word of a jealous wife over that of the dying mistress?