Chapter 67 The Diary
The demonic voice popped up outta nowhere. Emma's heart went into overdrive, like the whole world was crashing down around her.
Her heart was pounding, and all those awful memories came flooding back. And there he was, George, the guy who'd hurt her so bad, standing right in front of her again.
Emma's hand was shaking like crazy. The keys slipped right outta her grip and hit the floor.
"What the hell are you doing here?" Emma's voice was all shaky, full of fear and nerves. She started backing away without even thinking about it.
All those old wounds, inside and out, just ripped open at once. That unbearable pain washed over her again, messing with her head. All she could see was him smashing their kid's urn with his own hands.
"I'm here for you," George's voice was low and icy, his eyes flickering with some unreadable emotions.
Right then, the hallway light went out. The darkness was just like Emma's life, thick and alive, swallowing her whole like some kind of demon.
Emma was trembling, her limbs frozen, her voice barely a whisper.
"Emma, I'm talking to you," George's voice was still as cold as ever, freezing her in place.
The next second, George grabbed her wrist. His touch was burning, hurting her like hell.
Emma felt like she was being tortured, caught between ice and fire.
She shuddered all over, like a hedgehog stripped of its spines, recoiling in terror. She couldn't control herself and collapsed to the ground, her hands hitting the floor hard, her voice choked with sobs.
"Mr. Russell, it's my fault! I shouldn't have messed with Anna! Please, don't hurt the people around me anymore. They're just regular folks. If you wanna take it out on someone, take it out on me!
"My kid's ashes are already gone, destroyed by you. Her existence is wiped out. I beg you, don't touch my grandpa's ashes. I swear I won't have any more thoughts about you! I'll divorce you right now. I won't be your wife anymore, never, ever again!"
Her voice was filled with endless despair and pity, using all her strength to beg this man who had once caused her so much pain. She was terrified he'd hurt her again.
George was stunned for a moment. He couldn't believe the woman in front of him was Emma, the stubborn and unyielding Emma who never bowed to him, the Emma who had vowed to take revenge on him, the Emma who declared she would cling to him forever and be his woman. Where had she gone?
Why had things turned out this way? George then stepped forward and pulled her up from the ground.
A wave of panic surged through Emma's heart, her eyes filled with despair and unease. Each move of him was tearing at her heart. She didn't dare to dirty George's eyes, her heart filled with guilt and fear, desperately trying to avoid his gaze.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Russell! I've angered you again. I'll disappear myself!"
Emma hurriedly retreated. Her tears showed her fear and pain.
Emma hung her head, picked up the keys from the ground, and fumbled to open the door.
But her hands were shaking so badly that the key couldn't fit into the keyhole after several attempts. Finally, after dozens of tries, Emma managed to open the door.
She kept her head down the whole time, not daring to let George see her disfigured face, afraid it would offend his eyes.
As soon as Emma entered the door, she tried to close it, but George pushed it open. He followed her inside.
Emma's heart was filled with despair, her eyes flashing with helplessness. Her body trembled involuntarily.
She hid in her small house, but George still followed closely. No matter how she tried to escape, he wouldn't let her go.
"Emma, what the hell do you think you're doing? Did I say you could leave?" His voice was ice-cold. Seeing Emma keep her head down, George felt a knot tighten in his chest. He reached out and grabbed her chin, lifting her face.
The X-shaped scar came into view, and George's eyes widened. It felt like his heart was being gnawed by a thousand tiny insects, an indescribable feeling.
"What happened to your face?" George asked, "Emma, speak up. What happened to your face? Who did this?"
What could Emma say? Say it was Anna? Unless she had a death wish!
"I did it to myself! Mr. Russell, don't worry, I won't show up to bother you anymore!" Emma's emotions had completely collapsed. She couldn't stand being in the same room with George any longer. She suddenly broke free from George and bolted outside.
Raindrops poured down like a curtain of beads, the streets slippery and blurry. Emma's consciousness gradually became hazy. She ran aimlessly in the rain, trying to escape all the pain.
Suddenly, she stopped, a thought flashing through her mind, 'If I die like this, maybe it would be better.'
She stood dazed on the street, letting the rain soak her. A large truck came towards her, its blinding headlights cutting through the darkness like a sharp blade. Emma had no reaction, staring blankly at the dazzling light, a wave of despair and even a bit of anticipation rising in her heart.
"Emma, get out of the way!" At the critical moment, George's voice cut through the night like a bolt of lightning.
He rushed forward, grabbed her wrist, and yanked her aside. The truck roared past them, splashing water, almost brushing against their bodies.
Emma was pulled to safety. Her heart pounded wildly, and her consciousness gradually returned, but she felt incredibly tired and hopeless, her tears mixing with the rain.
"Emma, listen to me! Even if you really want to die, you can only die by my hand!" George's voice was filled with anger. Drenched to the skin, rain dripped from his hair, and his clothes clung to his body, making him look particularly disheveled. "Are you crazy? Or are you just putting on a show for me?"
Emma suddenly woke up, as if she had just found her heartbeat and thoughts. But her eyes were still filled with despair. Suddenly, her tears burst out uncontrollably.
Soaked to the skin, George took Emma back to her place. George couldn't take the cold weather anymore. He took off his coat and imperiously ordered, "Go prepare the bathwater."
Emma didn't move. She was like a puppet without a soul.
George impatiently repeated, "Didn't you hear what I said? If you hadn't gone crazy and tried to kill yourself, would I be like this?" George was still the same, blaming all the problems and responsibilities on Emma, as if she had always been the root of all evil.
Emma seemed to have come out of her madness. She silently nodded, walked to the bathroom, and prepared the bathwater without a word.
George looked at Emma's back with a mocking expression, which was completely different from before. Sure enough, her attempt to die was just an act for his attention!
Emma, you were so despicable.
George looked around. This place was cramped and narrow, not even as big as the bathroom at home.
Emma had actually moved to such a place to avoid him. How pathetic!
At that moment, George's gaze unintentionally fell on a diary on the table. His heart stirred, and he walked over to open it. It was filled with Emma's hatred for Anna.
She wanted revenge. She wanted Anna to pay!
Emma came out after preparing the water, finding George standing by the bed, reading her diary. Just as she was about to snatch it back, her hands were restrained by George.
His gaze, colder than ever, bore down on her, "Emma, you're so vicious! I shouldn't have saved you just now! People like you deserve to die!"
Without giving Emma any chance to explain, George threw the diary at her face.
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