**Chapter 33: The rage**

Myra sat in the courthouse waiting room, her heart brimming with joy and anticipation. Today was the day. The day she and Ryan would finally bring Emma home. After everything they had been through, this moment felt like the light at the end of a long, dark tunnel. She couldn’t stop smiling, her happiness so profound it felt almost unreal. As Ryan stepped away to finalize the documents, Myra stayed behind, basking in the warmth of a happiness she had fought so hard to reclaim.

But life has a way of twisting moments of joy into chaos. Myra’s smile faltered when she felt someone standing too close. Turning, her heart sank as she saw Margret, her face twisted in fury. Before Myra could react, Margret slapped her so hard that she fell off her chair. The assault was sudden and brutal. Margret kicked and stomped on her, screaming venomous words filled with hate and spite.

“You witch! You’ve ruined our lives! I’ll kill you before you see a single penny of what you’ve stolen from us!” Margret shrieked, her voice trembling with rage. “You’ve destroyed my son’s life, and now you think you can take our money too?”

Each word was like a dagger, each blow more painful than the last. Myra tried to shield herself, but Margret was relentless, fueled by years of pent-up bitterness. The commotion caught the attention of the police, who rushed to intervene, pulling Margret away just as Ryan appeared, alarmed by the scene.

Ryan's heart sank at the sight of Myra on the floor, bruised and bleeding. Her cheek was red from the slap, and blood...