Chapter 42 Not Divorced Yet
"Shut up." Emma knew how Ethan felt, but she wasn't ready to lay it all out. Still, Ethan went ahead and spilled his guts.
"Emma, can you give me a shot? I'll wait for you," Ethan said, his eyes practically begging.
"Meeting you was a stroke of luck, Ethan, but..." She hesitated, her cheeks turning pink.
Right then, a black car screeched to a halt next to them. The window rolled down, and there was George, looking pissed and icy.
His stare cut through Emma like a knife. "Emma, you're a real piece of work. Just out of prison and already hooking up with this guy? If you were so hot for Ethan, why'd you bother getting into my bed? Or do you just get off on cheating?"
Emma's heart dropped, her face going ghostly white. She didn't expect George to show up now, and panic hit her hard.
"George, let me explain..." Emma tried to keep it together, but her voice was shaky.
"Explain what?" George sneered, eyes full of scorn. "You're a shameless bitch, daring to be with him!"
Ethan stepped up, his gaze steady. "Don't insult her. Emma hasn't done anything wrong."
George turned his glare to Ethan, full of hate. "Stay out of this! Flirting with my wife in broad daylight, you're no saint either!"
"George, watch your mouth!" Ethan shot back. "When have you ever treated Emma like your wife? Besides, she's not your wife anymore!"
"Who said she's not my wife?" George growled, his anger boiling over. He turned to Emma, "Can't wait to ditch me? Even if we get divorced, you can't go chasing other guys!"
George's face was dark, fists clenched, ready to blow. He grabbed Emma, yanking her behind him.
Ethan worried George might get violent and tried to pull Emma back, but she shook her head, stopping him.
Ethan had no choice but to watch as George dragged Emma into the car and sped off.
Ethan thought, 'Are they not divorced yet?'
The scenery blurred past the window, Emma gripping the seat handle, feeling uneasy.
George drove like a maniac, as if trying to outrun his emotions. She had no clue where they were headed, just silently enduring the tense vibe in the car.
"George, I want out," she finally said, her voice trembling.
"Where to? To find Ethan? NO WAY!!" George snapped, eyes glued to the road, not slowing down.
Remembering his past warnings, Emma smirked, "Mr. Russell, aren't you embarrassed? You said I wasn't worthy of your car. Afraid I'll dirty it now?"
George's face got even darker, and he floored it.
Emma felt carsick, nausea hitting her hard, her face going pale. She covered her mouth, trying not to puke.
"Does being near me make you that sick?" George's tone was full of disdain. "Emma, do you really think you can start and end our marriage whenever you want?"
His icy stare made Emma's nerves spike, not quite getting what he meant.
But she got one thing: George was about to marry Anna. So, this whole mess between them had to be wrapping up soon.
A bit later, the car pulled up to a swanky beauty salon. George yanked open Emma's door and dragged her inside.
"Why'd you bring me here?" Emma asked, totally confused and full of doubts.
"If you don't want your friends to suffer because of you, then sit tight," George's tone was all command, no room for arguing.
A straight-up threat!
The only person Emma had was Mia. She couldn't risk it!
The salon was all luxury and comfort. The staff led Emma to start her beauty treatment. Sitting on a plush sofa, she felt a bit relaxed, but her heart was still racing.
What was George up to?
After a thorough makeover, Emma looked like a whole new person. Her skin was flawless, and she wore an elegant dress, looking drop-dead gorgeous.
She glanced at herself in the mirror and smirked coldly.
George stood nearby, a flicker of admiration in his eyes.
"Let's go, we're seeing Grandpa." His deep voice sent chills down her spine. Emma's heart skipped a beat, but she wasn't naive anymore. Her hatred for George now overshadowed any love she once had.
George turned and walked out. Emma had no choice but to follow, her heart a mix of dread and anticipation.
The car headed towards the Russell Mansion. Emma's emotions were all over the place, filled with both hope and fear. She had no clue why George was taking her there, but she knew she couldn't dodge it anymore.
When the car stopped in front of the Russell Mansion, she followed George into the familiar yet strange house, her heart pounding with tension.
Emma didn't expect Charles to be so chill about her three years in prison. Instead, he kindly advised her to start fresh and live well with George.
Charles was a typical old-school guy. Given Emma's criminal record, he should've been pissed and disgusted. Instead, his reaction left Emma confused but also deeply grateful. It reminded her of the late Douglas; both were kind-hearted old men.
But aside from Charles, no one else showed Emma any kindness.
"You better tell Charles you want a divorce from George and that you won't take any property. Don't mess up George and Anna's wedding," Scarlett said, lounging on the sofa, her gaze sharp and full of disdain for Emma.
Emma finally got why George had brought her here today. Knowing Charles would protect her, they wanted to pressure her as a family to make her initiate the divorce.
This way, Charles wouldn't fight it.
"I'm telling you, get divorced quick and make room for Anna and her kid!" Scarlett was ruthless, her tone full of command.
"What if I don't?" Emma's voice was soft but had a stubborn edge.
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