Chapter 38 Getting Hit Again
Douglas kicked the bucket three years ago!
Emma didn't get to say goodbye.
She strolled into the funeral home, her heart heavy with sorrow. Douglas had peaced out, leaving behind a mountain of longing and regret.
She walked up to the urn, gently stroking its cold surface, tears streaming down her face as she silently whispered, "Grandpa, I'm sorry."
After grabbing Douglas's ashes, Emma started going through his stuff. She carefully searched, her heart flooded with memories.
Then, her fingers brushed against a small butterfly-shaped gemstone necklace, its smooth texture sending a shiver through her. The necklace was engraved with her real name, "Emily." This must've been a gift Douglas had left for her.
But Douglas never got the chance to give it to her in person.
"Grandpa always cherished it," she murmured, her eyes glistening with tears. Gently, she fastened the necklace around her neck, feeling a wave of warmth and comfort wash over her, like Douglas's love was still hugging her.
Life had to go on, and Emma knew she had to get her act together. She decided to find a job and start fresh.
On the day of the interview, she wore a simple yet professional outfit, trying to look confident and composed.
But when she walked into the company, she unexpectedly saw Anna.
They were far apart, and with Emma's new short haircut, Anna didn't recognize her right away. But no matter how Anna changed, even if she turned to ashes, Emma would always recognize her!
Hatred boiled in her chest as Emma overheard a nearby employee say, "I'm so jealous of Anna. Not only is she now the daughter of the Stuart family, one of the four great families, but she's also about to marry George. She's so lucky."
Hearing this, Emma was shocked. She had thought that as soon as she went to prison, those two would rush to get married, but it had been delayed until now.
As for being the daughter of the Stuart family. Anna wasn't the biological daughter of the Jones family; she was actually the daughter of the Stuart family, who had been mistakenly taken 28 years ago. She was Sophia's biological daughter.
Three years ago, Anna had gone from being the daughter of a middle-class family to becoming the daughter of the Stuart family, one of the four great families of Lakeside Haven. It was also said that she had given birth to a son for George two years ago, and both the Stuart family and the Russell family cherished her like a treasure.
Such a charmed life, no wonder people envied her.
But Emma wasn't one of those people; her heart was filled with hatred and bitterness.
She hated Anna for becoming Sophia's daughter, hated Anna for giving birth to George's child, hated Anna for wrecking her life.
Emma felt like her heart was being stabbed by a thousand knives.
A malicious woman had everything. Meanwhile, she had nothing.
Emma had thought several times about going to see George, but the thought of the torment she had endured in prison held her back. However, for the sake of the child that had been taken from her, Emma took that step.
Standing in front of the villa where she had once been the mistress, Emma's heart ached. Just as she was about to ring the doorbell, Anna walked out.
She was decked out in glamorous clothes, her face radiating arrogance. Seeing Emma at the door, she raised her chin proudly, her eyes gleaming with provocation.
Emma was just someone she had already crushed; she wasn't scared of her at all.
Anna strutted over in her high heels, stopping only when she was close enough that Emma had to look up at her.
"Emma, what are you doing here? Trying to rekindle your old flame with George? Sorry, but he's about to marry me." Anna's face wore a fake cold smile.
"I'm here for my child." Emma's voice was firm, filled with anger and despair. Facing Anna's cold smile, her hands clenched into fists, nails digging into her palms as if trying to hold back the fury inside her.
"Your child has been dead for a long time."
"Dead?" Emma's voice trembled, looking at Anna in shock and disbelief, a wave of fear rising in her heart.
"Yeah, dead." Anna smiled coldly, her eyes gleaming with triumph. "And George killed her himself."
"You're lying!" Emma's voice was filled with anger, her heart aching as if stabbed by an invisible blade. She couldn't believe it, her heart filled with unwillingness and despair.
"I'm telling the truth." Anna's voice was taunting, as if relishing in her pain. "He didn't want the kid at all. George said he wanted your child to be buried with my baby who died in the miscarriage."
Emma's heart felt like it was being torn apart, the flames of anger burning fiercely in her chest. She couldn't help but want to strike Anna, to use her own strength to fight back against this malicious woman.
"Tell me the truth!" Emma roared, lunging at Anna. But just as she was about to reach her, Anna smiled coldly and signaled to the bodyguards behind her.
"Take her down!" Anna commanded coldly, and the bodyguards immediately pounced on Emma.
"Let go of me!" Emma struggled desperately, but her strength was no match for the strong bodyguards. She was quickly overpowered and pinned to the ground.
The bodyguards mercilessly knocked her out, and Emma's consciousness gradually faded into darkness until she completely lost it.
When she woke up again, she found herself in a dark and damp basement. The surroundings were eerily quiet, with only faint light seeping through the cracks.
Her body ached terribly, as if every cell was protesting, and her heart was filled with fear and unease.
"Emma, wake up!" Anna's voice echoed in her ears, tinged with a hint of smugness. "You really don't know what's good for you."
"What do you want?" Emma's voice was weak, her heart filled with fear and unease. She tried to stand up, but the pain in her body made it impossible to move.
"I want you to know that everything you've lost will never come back." Anna slowly approached, holding a glass jar filled with white powder, her eyes gleaming with malice.
"What is that?" Emma's heart tightened, feeling a surge of fear.
"This is your child's ashes." Anna's voice was filled with triumph, her eyes full of mockery. "Do you want to see?"
"You're lying!" Emma's voice was filled with despair, a wave of unbearable pain surging through her heart, tears streaming down her face.
"Then just think of it as a lie." Anna smiled coldly, slowly opening the glass jar. The white powder inside sparkled eerily in the light. She tilted the jar, letting the white powder drift and scatter like winter snow.
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