Chapter 153
Tears immediately filled Emily's eyes. Her lips quivered and her eyes brimmed with unshed tears, making her appear the picture of vulnerability.
Taking a step forward, she lamented, "Ivan, you left the party early last night without me. In the end, it was Wayne who drove me home... Do you have any idea how inappropriate he was? He gave me a creepy look and even grabbed my hand... If I hadn't resisted, he might have tried to take me to a hotel..."
Ivan finally gave her his full attention. "Why did you feel the need to resist so fiercely?"
Emily was momentarily lost for words.
Wasn't fighting him off the obvious thing to do? But since Ivan had brought it up, she felt compelled to give a proper response.
Blinking back tears, which now streamed down her face, she said, "Ivan, I'm not that kind of frivolous woman... That night five years ago was a series of accidents I deeply regret. Why did I ever let myself be intimate with a man before marriage? What could I have done? You were drunk and so strong that night; I couldn't break away... If only I could do it over, I would never have gone into the wrong room..."
As she spoke, she wept more bitterly, as if she might faint from the intensity of her emotions.
Ivan, visibly irritated, rubbed his temples.
That night five years ago was the one he regretted the most in his entire life. Had it not been for Owen and Keith, his two boys, he might have driven Emily out of Cuenca long ago. Every time she appeared, she was a living reminder of his foolish past...
“Ivan, one mistake five years ago doesn’t mean I'd just be with any man,” Emily said suddenly as she stepped forward and wrapped her arms around Ivan's waist. She buried her face in his chest and sobbed, pleading, “Ivan, I love you. I can’t bear to be with anyone else... Please, let's be together...”
A pungent wave of perfume hit him, and Ivan coldly lifted his hand, shoving Emily away forcefully. Caught off guard by his cold-heartedness, Emily stumbled backward over a chair and fell onto the couch.
“Ivan, how can you treat me this way...” she cried out, “I am the mother of your children, a woman you've been with! I've borne you two sons; how can you be so heartless? All I want is for our kids to rightfully call me 'mommy'. Is that so wrong?”
Ivan slipped off his suit jacket—the scent of perfume was overwhelming, and the woman’s tears had made him terribly uncomfortable. He tossed the jacket straight into the trash bin with a sneer on his face, “I know exactly what you want.”
His voice was deep, his eyes like blades, “If you think you're too good for Wayne, there's also Stephen, Peter... Cuenca is full of single guys, take your pick.”
Emily shivered all over. She had suspected last night that Ivan was trying to pawn her off to another man, never would she have thought it true!
She'd given him two children; how could he... how could he do such a thing?
“No, Ivan, I only love you, I only want to be with you...”
Ivan fixed his gaze on her: “I'm out of your league.”
He ripped off his necktie and flung it into the trash, then walked upstairs. Emily's strength drained from her as she helplessly hugged her knees. Ivan would never marry her; it was an absolute impossibility. They'd shared one night and had two children, but he still wouldn't marry her.
Who could tell her what to do? Was she really supposed to accept someone like Wayne?
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