Emma’s POV

The vibrant energy of the university campus was intoxicating, a stark contrast to the quiet solitude of the penthouse. Each lecture hall felt alive with possibility, every textbook a gateway to new knowledge. I devoured the material, pushing myself, determined to prove that my place here was earned, not given by the power of my husband's name. But balancing this rigorous academic schedule with being Mrs. Adrian Cross, with the demands of his world, was a learning curve far steeper than any economics theory.