Chapter 44 Leaving for a Distant Land
Love was something only people who had nothing else to worry about think about.
Emma was flat broke. She'd been job hunting forever, but nada. Life was squeezing her tight, so she figured it was time to bounce to a new city, hoping for a fresh start.
To get her revenge, she had to toughen up.
When Mia heard the plan, she was all in, no questions asked. "Emma, if you need cash, I got my savings," she said, eyes full of worry and pep.
"Thanks, Mia, but I can't take your money," Emma said, shaking her head. She knew Mia worked hard for that dough and felt super grateful.
"Take care of yourself," Mia said, holding her hand, eyes full of trust.
After packing up, Emma hit the station and snagged a ticket to a new city. She prayed for a fresh start, hoping to ditch her past.
But as soon as she stepped out, there was George, looking all serious. Her heart sank, anxiety washing over her.
"Emma, where you headed?" George's voice was low and firm, eyes blazing.
Emma's heart skipped a beat. She gripped her bag tight and forced a smile. "Why don't you ask that snake Anna what she did to make my life hell?"
George's face shifted. He stepped forward, grabbed her hand, and dragged her to the car.
"Let me go! I don't want to be with you!" Emma yelled, trying to break free, but George didn't budge.
The sky turned dark, and rain started pouring, cold wind whipping around.
As the car sped off, Emma's mind was a mess, memories of the past flooding back, the pain crystal clear.
Heavy rain always took her back to that night in prison when she was forced to give birth.
In the cramped car, her fear grew. She didn't want to remember that night, the night she lost her child.
"What do you want?" she screamed, "Is it 'cause I won't divorce you? You planning to kill me now? Not gonna happen."
Emma lost it, reaching for the car door.
"You're nuts!" George locked the door and slammed the brakes, eyes locked on Emma. Seeing her tear-streaked face, he was stunned.
Emma's eyes were red, staring George down. Then he said something that made her laugh bitterly.
"Three years ago, were you really pregnant?" George's voice was low, eyes flashing with something complicated.
George was out of his mind! How many times had she told him she was carrying his kid? She'd begged him to spare her and the baby.
But it was George who caused her child's death!
Emma still remembered George's coldness, and even now, he refused to believe she once had a child.
Who snatched her baby back then? Who gave the green light for the prisoners to torture her?
"Mr. Russell, you got some serious memory issues. Forgot about the kid, huh? But what about these?" Emma snapped, ripping off her clothes.
Her body was a roadmap of scars, each one screaming about the beatings she took.
George rarely looked at her when he slept with her, but he remembered her skin being smooth and perfect.
But now...
"These scars? All thanks to you!" Her voice was a mix of rage and despair. "See this? Mr. Russell, thanks for making my thousand-plus days in prison so 'memorable.'"
George's forehead veins were about to pop. He went silent. Emma didn't give a damn what he was thinking. She'd said her piece, and whatever happened next was out of her hands.
With a blank stare, Emma said, "George, if I could do it all over again, I'd rather have never met you."
George snapped back, his deep eyes locked on her.
"Emma, you don't get a do-over. You're my wife, and that's forever."
Emma sneered, "Really? So, Mr. Russell, you're never divorcing me, huh? What about Anna? Aren't you scared she'll flip out and try to off herself again?"
Seeing Emma's tear-streaked, mocking face, George's lips twitched, but he said nothing and floored the gas.
The car's vibe got heavier. After her outburst, Emma felt drained. She leaned against the window, closed her eyes, and drifted off.
When she woke up, she was back in George's villa, on the bed she used to sleep in.
The room was the same. Emma laughed bitterly; she wasn't dumb enough to think George was being sentimental.
Maybe he and Anna got it on in this bed every night just to mess with her.
Emma felt sick. She ran to the bathroom to puke, but with nothing in her stomach, she just dry-heaved. She squatted on the floor, clutching her stomach, trying to ease the pain.
She didn't get it. George was about to marry Anna, so why drag her back? Why not just let her go? Wouldn't it be better to part ways with some dignity?
Emma felt around for her phone. Thank God, it was still there.
She turned it on and saw a bunch of messages from Ethan and Mia. Ethan was super worried.
Even though Emma didn't want to get too close to Ethan, she couldn't ignore his kindness.
They chatted briefly. Knowing Emma was safe, Ethan finally chilled out and reminded her to take care of herself. Emma felt a warm glow, but besides saying thanks, she didn't know how else to repay Ethan.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. Emma flinched. After saying goodbye to Ethan, she quickly hung up.
"Who is it?"
"Mrs. Russell, it's me."
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