Chapter 20 The Girl He Met in His Childhood
Emma stumbled back to the villa, the wind and rain making her look like a drowned rat. Her heart felt like it was being shredded with every step she took.
She finally made it to the entrance, only to be blocked by George.
"What the hell are you doing here? Who said you could come back?" George's voice was ice-cold, his face twisted with anger.
"George, this is my home," Emma's voice shook, tears threatening to spill.
"If it wasn't for Anna, you'd be rotting in jail," George snapped, his words dripping with protectiveness for Anna.
Emma scoffed, "Yeah, if it wasn't for her, I wouldn't be in this mess."
George's face turned red with rage. "What are you trying to prove now?"
"George, I'm not lying! I'm telling the truth!" Emma clenched her fists, lifting her chin defiantly.
George's handsome face darkened, his cold eyes boring into her. "Fine, stand out here in the rain. If you stay until it stops, maybe I'll believe you."
"I..." Emma's heart ached, but George's merciless stare shut her up. She stood in the yard, feeling the cold seep into her bones.
"Pathetic," George muttered before turning and walking back into the villa, leaving her alone in the storm.
As the night wore on, Emma's despair grew. She looked up at the window, seeing two figures through the curtains. Anna was inside too, and bitterness welled up in her heart.
"Why does she get to be here?" Emma's mind raced, questioning everything she once believed. Lost in thought, time slipped away.
Raindrops ran down her hair and cheeks, soaking her clothes. She closed her eyes, trying to block out the cold, but the pain was relentless. Her fingers went numb, her body shivering and exhausted, waves of dizziness hitting her.
"Please, let me in," Emma's heart cried out, her voice barely a whisper.
But the only answer was the relentless rain. She curled up, silently praying for some mercy, for a bit of warmth.
As the night dragged on, Emma couldn't hold back anymore. She lowered her head, silently weeping. She looked at her worn nails, bitterness spreading through her. She thought of the past, once so in love with George, now filled with endless pain and despair.
"I never did anything to deserve this. Why am I being punished?" she whispered, her tears mixing with the rain.
After days of torment, Emma finally couldn't hold on. In a daze, she saw Anna's smug smile, then George's stern face.
But that stern face softened, turning into the boy from years ago. Emma felt like the girl from twelve years ago, playing and laughing on the beach with him.
They played until they were tired. Sitting on the beach, she leaned on his shoulder.
Emma said softly, "George, you once told me you'll always protect me, never let me get hurt. But it was all lies. These twelve years were just my foolish dream, and you're not my George anymore."
How could it be?
How could Emma know about this past?!
That girl was supposed to be Anna!
He had promised to always be with her, to treat her well forever, to punish anyone who hurt her, so he punished Emma.
But why did Emma know his childhood promise?
Could it be that the girl he met as a child was actually...
George felt a jolt in his heart. He suddenly bent down, gripping Emma's shoulders tightly, "What did you just say?"
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