Chapter 133
Emma’s POV
I thought hearing Joan say something like that would really hurt. But in the time I’ve lived away from Noel and Joan's venom. I realized, from going to therapy, that their opinion of me never actually mattered. I had only wanted my father to care about me. I wanted him to be proud of me, but I never once cared what Joan thought of me.
I cared about what I thought about myself. I cared about my husband’s opinion first and foremost. I cared what my family and his thought of me. But I truly didn’t give a damn about Joan’s screwed-up opinion. If she thought that her comment would hurt me, or that I’d cry about it, she was going to be sorely disappointed.
I couldn’t hold it back; I burst out laughing. She had just admitted that she had paid someone to kill me. What’
