Immediately following the wedding, the guests were startled by piercing shrieks echoing from the newlyweds’ suite…

“You should be with your husband, not dancing at some club. You’re nothing.” Breaking into tears, Emily fled the club and headed to the city the next day.

She wasn’t sure what she was looking for but found Margaret’s address. Finally, the homeowner answered her persistent knocking. “What do you want here?” Margaret snapped.

“Can I see James?” Emily asked, undeterred by Margaret’s harsh tone. “Who’s this?” Margaret asked, stepping out. “It’s Emily, from that backwater town,” the girl replied with a smile.

“Did you come all this way just to mock my son? I won’t allow it. I love him; his pain is my pain,” Margaret said firmly. Emily responded sincerely.

“I’m here to help.” But then James’s desperate shout rang out. Margaret waved her hand, refusing to intervene.

James, horrified, thought, Why did you let her in? She’s just here to gloat after I dumped her. “Why are you here?” he asked Emily. “To get revenge,” she replied.

“You dumped me, so you deserve this treatment,” she said, standing her ground. But in response, James, in a fit of anger, tried to provoke her, itching for a fight. Emily remained calm and resolute, ready to help despite the obstacles.

Emily was steady as a rock when James tried to rattle her. “Don’t talk about things you don’t understand,” she said without a tremor in her voice. James was stunned.

“Where do you get this pride? I ditched you and married someone else.” But Emily only said, “I can’t stay indifferent when you’re suffering.” That night, in the cramped room, Emily couldn’t sleep.

A sound like rustling sand woke her from a restless doze. Listening closely, she realized it was coming from James’s room. Throwing off her blanket, she bolted to him like she’d been shocked…