Chapter 324 Possessiveness
Not Divorced?
Emma couldn't help but find it laughable. Back then, George had used every trick in the book to force her to sign the divorce papers. Even when she was blind and gravely ill, George showed no mercy.
But after finally getting her signature, he never submitted the papers to the court.
So why did George force her to divorce?
Was he just playing with her?
Or was he so twisted that he found joy in tormenting her?
"George, you bastard!"
Emma couldn't help but curse out loud. She no longer cared about maintaining her pitiful dignity or showing George any last bit of respect. If she had a knife in her hand, it would already be plunged into George's heart.
Emma didn't have a knife, but her words cut George just as deeply.
"I'm sorry, Emma. I was wrong back then. I was so foolish and didn't realize that I love you! It wasn't until you faked your death that I understood how important you are to me!"
Hearing that, Emma was amused. "Don't you find your words ridiculous?"
She laughed coldly, her smile radiant but her eyes filled with genuine emotion.
She was filled with hate.
George didn't understand what he had done wrong; he just wanted to win Emma back. He fumbled through his briefcase and pulled out a document—the divorce papers Emma had signed three years ago.
"Emma, I brought this today. I was wrong before." With that, George tore the document into pieces, the white fragments fluttering to the ground.
A few pieces even landed on Emma and George's hair.
He couldn't help but think, does this mean they've grown old together?
Emma stomped on the shredded paper with a laugh.
"Do you think tearing this up means I can't do anything? George, even if you tear it up, I can still print countless copies. The way you forced me to sign, I can return the favor."
Emma didn't spare George a glance, instead politely addressing her lawyer, "I'll leave the rest to you."
The lawyer replied, "Don't worry, I've got it."
"Emma, don't go!" George lunged forward, grabbing Emma's wrist with an iron grip.
"Let go!"
"I won't!"
Emma was no longer the pitiful girl who let George and Anna bully her. She raised her hand and left a deep red mark on George's face. George, however, seemed unfazed.
"If hitting me can make you feel better and keep you by my side, Emma, you can hit me to death."
"George, you disgust me!"
Just as Emma's second slap landed on George's face, a commotion erupted at the café entrance. A tall, imposing man walked in, exuding a rebellious aura in his black trench coat. His gaze swept across the café, finally landing on Emma and George.
"Let her go!" The man's voice was deep and magnetic, carrying an undeniable authority.
George looked up at the newcomer, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes.
"Michael, what are you doing here?"
Michael walked up to him. "I'm here to take her away."
With that, Michael pried George's fingers off Emma's wrist, rescuing her. He gently rubbed her reddened wrist, his eyes filled with concern.
"Does it hurt?"
"Now that you're here, it doesn't."
The two of them intertwined their hands as if no one else was around, making George's face darken. He glared at Michael with eyes like daggers. "Michael, what do you mean by this?"
Michael gave him a cold, mocking look. "George, you've hurt Emma enough. How dare you even ask her to forgive you and stay by your side?"
"This is between Emma and me. It's none of your business!" George's eyes blazed with anger.
Michael, unfazed, smirked with a hint of disdain. "George, how ridiculous you are. You claim to love her, but all you've given her is pain and suffering. Now she doesn't want to see you, yet you still cling to her."
George's fists clenched tightly, his gaze sharp as a knife. "Michael, you better remember your place. Emma is my wife. You have no right to take her! We haven't even divorced yet!"
Michael hadn't expected things to turn out this way. He looked at Emma, who nodded, confirming that George wasn't lying.
Though he didn't know what tricks George was playing, their marriage had to end, and the sooner, the better.
Emma unconsciously moved closer to Michael, even retreating behind him, which pleased Michael.
He knew George was no match for him.
Michael let out a cold laugh, his eyes filled with contempt.
"Your wife? George, do you really think Emma still acknowledges that title? She just wants to leave you, and I'm going to help her achieve that." Michael turned to Emma, his tone softening. "Emma, are you tired? Let's go home."
A flicker of panic crossed George's eyes as he stepped forward, trying to grab Emma's hand.
"Emma, you can't leave! You're my wife, and I won't let you go!"
Emma stepped back, avoiding his hand. "George, I've made myself clear. Our relationship ended a long time ago."
Michael reached out, gently holding Emma's wrist, his gaze firm. "Let's go, Emma."
Without hesitation, Emma followed Michael out of the café. George stood there, his expression complex as he watched them leave, his fists clenched tightly.
Outside the café, Emma leaned wearily against Michael. "I never expected things to turn out like this. I don't understand why George, who used to hate me so much, won't divorce me now. And even though we've already broken up, why won't he let me go?"
Could it be that he still loves me?
Emma quickly dismissed the thought.
Impossible! Absolutely impossible!
Even though it was her first marriage and her first love, she knew that loving someone meant not letting them suffer, that loving someone was something you could feel.
George never loved her.
At most, it was just possessiveness.
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