Chapter 43 Lucas Russell
"How dare you!" Scarlett snapped, pointing at her with a look that could kill. "You really think you can make George stay? He doesn't give a damn about you!"
Emma felt like she'd been punched in the gut, her face going ghostly white. She knew she was a nobody in this family, but she wasn't about to roll over. Especially not to let Anna win, she was more fired up than ever.
"I'm not getting a divorce," she shot back, lifting her chin. "No way I'm letting you have your way."
"You're shameless!" Scarlett spat, her voice dripping with disgust.
Just then, light footsteps echoed from the doorway. Emma turned and saw Anna walking in, holding the hand of a cute little boy, Lucas Russell. His laughter cut through the tension like a knife.
Emma's heart sank. Seeing Lucas made her think of her own lost child. Her heart filled with helplessness and hate. She remembered the days when she was pregnant, the joy that had turned to ashes, and a wave of pain hit her hard.
"You all are ridiculous," Emma finally blurted out, her voice shaking. "I'm not divorcing George. After all the crap I went through to get him, no way I'm giving up now!"
Scarlett's eyes blazed with anger. "You're not even in the same league as Anna!"
"I don't need to compete for anyone," Emma said firmly, her voice steady. "We're already married!"
Anna looked annoyed but kept her cool. She spoke softly, all innocent-like, "Emma, I'm sorry, it's my fault. George is your husband, I'm just the extra."
"If you know you're extra, then get lost! How proud are you to seduce my husband?" Emma shot back, her anger boiling over.
Anna looked stunned, her face turning red with embarrassment. After a few seconds, she covered her face and ran out, looking all hurt.
"Mom," Lucas called out, his little body following her out.
Emma found it laughable. Anna was clearly playing the victim, but everyone bought it. Couldn't they see through her act?
Of course, the Russell family fell for it. George followed Anna out, and Scarlett cursed a few more times before storming off, giving Emma a nasty glare.
Emma took their indifference in stride. A glare? Please, she'd been through worse.
With the Russell family gone, there was no point in sticking around, so she left too. But as soon as she stepped outside, she saw Lucas.
Lucas was a handsome little guy, obviously well-mannered. Thinking about it made Emma furious. Why did her child have to die while Anna's kid got to live the good life?
They were both George's kids, both the same age, so why the huge difference?
A wave of resentment washed over Emma. She even started to hate Lucas, wishing she could make Anna feel the same pain of losing a child.
But when she stood in front of Lucas, and he looked up at her with those big, innocent eyes, her heart softened.
All that anger she had for Lucas just melted away. In fact, she started to genuinely like the little guy.
Her eyes got all misty, and she felt like she might just break down and cry. She wanted to scoop Lucas up and have a good, long cry.
But she managed to keep it together. Emma squatted down and waved to Lucas, her voice soft, "Hey there, Lucas..."
"You're so pretty, I like you," Lucas said, running over and grabbing her skirt. His cuteness was infectious, and Emma couldn't help but smile.
Holding his tiny, soft hand in hers felt comforting. But of course, someone had to ruin the moment.
"Emma, what are you trying to do? If you have any issues, come at me. Please don't hurt my and George's son!" Anna's dramatic scream cut through the air.
She always knew how to twist the knife. Emphasizing that Lucas was her and George's kid was just another jab.
Emma had no intention of hurting Lucas. Hearing Anna's hysterics, she almost laughed. She wasn't like Anna, who was cruel enough to harm her own child.
"Mom." Lucas ran back to Anna.
Anna, looking all worried, picked him up and checked him over. "Are you hurt? Emma, why are you so cruel? Three years ago, you stole my boyfriend and caused the death of my and George's first child. Why do you still want to hurt my son three years later? We aren't real sisters, but I've always been kind to you."
Emma listened, then let out a cold laugh. "You've been so good to me, Anna. I'll make sure to 'repay' you."
How she'd repay her? Just wait and see.
Emma couldn't stand another second in that suffocating house. But just as she was about to leave, George appeared out of nowhere and grabbed her arm.
"Emma, where are you going?" he asked, his tone weirdly intense.
"George, what do you think? It's late, I'm going home." Emma smiled sweetly, faking gentleness.
She didn't love George anymore, but seeing Anna's face twist in embarrassment made her want to get close to him.
Just to piss Anna off.
A strange look flashed in George's eyes. He let go of her arm.
"Wait for me in the car, I'll be right there."
Gross.
Did he really think he could drive her home?
Emma's lips curled into a mocking smile, and she replied sweetly, "Okay."
She wanted to see what he was up to.
Before leaving, Emma shot a glance at Anna, watching her gentle mask crack. Even so, Anna had to keep up her innocent act.
Seeing her squirm made Emma feel a bit better.
This time, Emma didn't wait for George at the door like he asked. Instead, she hailed a cab and took off.
Not long after, her phone rang. It was George. His number was burned into her brain, one she'd never forget.
This time, Emma was determined to be strong. She didn't answer, just watched the screen light up and then go dark, like her past feelings.
The phone rang three times and then stopped. Emma felt like she was watching her life over the past few years, flickering and then plunging into darkness.
She reached out and covered her heart. The pain was still there, but this time, it wasn't love. It was pure hatred.
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