Chapter 83 The Hideous Bitch
The Whitaker family hall reverberated with Emily's agonizing cries, each sound tinged with the heavy weight of betrayal and desperation.She turned her venom on Anna, her voice cracking under the strain of her emotions. "Anna, how could you conspire with Cecilia against me? Does our friendship mean nothing to you?"
Her words were fraught with thinly veiled menace, a desperate attempt to coerce Anna into silence.
Anna, too, was weeping uncontrollably. She didn’t wish to expose Emily. Despite Emily’s ill temper and twisted nature in private, the rest of the Whitaker family had always treated their servants with kindness. She held a deep-seated gratitude and loyalty to them.Seeing Anna’s hesitance, Emily felt a shred of hope. She had relied on Anna for years and knew her character well. Anna wasn’t one to incite trouble, and Emily’s current state of distress provided an emotional barrier, one that Anna surely wouldn’t dare cross.
In a last-ditch effort, Emily directed her accusation towards Cecilia, her voice thick with despair. “Cecilia, you can hit me, curse me, hate me, seek revenge—fine. But how could you accuse me of loving Alaric? No matter how flawed my character, I’m not that depraved! Even without formal education, I know siblings can’t have that kind of relationship. Are you trying to push me to the brink, to force me to die here just to prove my innocence?”
Cecilia’s response was measured and calm, in stark contrast to Emily’s frantic demeanor. Her composure underscored Emily’s lack of self-control and maturity. “If it weren’t for discovering your feelings for Alaric, I might have accepted your tantrums and accusations. But this is different,” Cecilia said, her voice steady.
“When Alaric and I married and first arrived, I sincerely wished to avoid conflict. I didn’t want to disrupt the family’s harmony. Even when you disliked me and falsely accused me, I understood. You didn’t know me, and our marriage was sudden. Your bias was based on rumor and hearsay. I believed that, in time, you’d come to see who I really was.”
Emily, tears streaming down her cheeks, stood there in disbelief, unable to fathom Cecilia’s calm elucidation of events.
“No matter how much you deny it,” Cecilia continued, her tone unwavering, “when I realized your true feelings for Alaric, something had to be done. As his sister, it’s beyond inappropriate. It’s immoral.”
“I don’t like him! I’ve never had those feelings for him! He’s only ever been a brother to me. Why would you say such vile things about me?” Emily’s voice was a blend of fury and helplessness.
Cecilia turned to Anna, her expression resolute. “Anna, bring out Emily’s diary.”
Anna froze, her eyes darting between Cecilia and Emily. The room's tension grew palpable.
Emily’s face contorted with sheer terror. How had Cecilia found out about her diary?
She couldn’t let the family see it. The diary wasn’t just a record of her forbidden feelings for Alaric; it chronicled all her malicious actions, her darkest thoughts and desires. It was a private testament to her inner turmoil, a manifestation of her private victories and secret joys.
Emily had always been meticulous about her secret diary, confiding only in Anna, her most trusted confidante.
As Emily's glaring eyes bore down on Anna, the poor girl visibly trembled.
Once, in a rare lapse of vigilance, Emily had left her diary out in the open. Anna, while tidying up, had stumbled upon it. She had been drawn by curiosity, and as she opened it, a cascade of dark thoughts spilled out, leaving her profoundly disturbed.
Anna discovered the malice Emily harbored for all, even her loving parents who had cared deeply for her. Emily resented them for her afflictions, wishing them ill in ways that were far beyond mere frustration. She had even cursed them, writing venomous thoughts, such as hoping they would suffer accidents.
The diary was a chilling catalog of cruelty. It also detailed Emily's feelings for Alaric, a love clearly far beyond the bounds of sibling affection. Emily had written extravagant fantasies about marrying him, revealing an unsettling depth of desire. Horrified, Anna couldn’t bring herself to read further.
Finally, Anna found the courage to speak up. "The diary is locked in Ms. Emily Whitaker's drawer," she said, her voice trembling.
"Anna!" Emily's scream echoed through the hall, raw and frantic.
Anna was already ascending the stairs to retrieve the diary, leaving Emily in a state of panic. Cecilia, standing her ground, blocked Emily's path.
Seeing Anna approach the stairs, Emily's face twisted with desperation. She understood the irrevocable damage the exposure of her diary would bring. She darted towards the grandfather clock, a final, desperate act of self-destruction in mind.
Cecilia anticipated her move and swiftly intervened, but not before Emily's nails raked across her arm, drawing blood. Cecilia winced, but didn’t retreat. Suddenly, a figure stepped forward and shoved Emily away.
Already fragile, Emily hit the ground hard. Dazed, she looked up to see Alaric cradling Cecilia protectively in his arms, his face a mask of determination.
Emily's eyes were wild with rage and heartbreak. Seeing Alaric's unwavering support for Cecilia combined with his utter disregard for her, she felt a dam of pent-up emotions burst open. The façade she had maintained for years crumbled away.
"What do I lack compared to Cecilia and those other women around you?!" Emily’s scream was a cacophony of bitterness and raw emotion.Her outburst laid bare her unspoken desires and years of hidden turmoil, marking the final dismantling of her carefully constructed pretense.
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