Chapter 18 – Emotions Unleashed
Isabel’s POV
I couldn’t believe Emerson would do such a crazy thing! Could he really be so ruthless? Would he really hurt Robert out of jealousy? My mind raced, trying to comprehend the chaos unfolding around
‘me.
“Tell me, did you do it or not?” My voice shook with anger and disbelief.
Emerson’s eyes were hard as steel. “You care about him so much, huh? Do you love him?” he sneered. “Let me guess the status of your relationship. Hug? Kiss? Or have you already slept together?”
“Shut up! Don’t use your nasty thoughts to insult us. Robert never crossed the line! He’s my oldest friend from primary school, you bastard!” I retorted, my voice rising with each word. “Stop the car right now or I’ll jump out!”
Emerson’s face darkened, and he immediately locked the car doors. “Don’t move. It’s not him,” he growled.
I turned around again, my heart pounding. My eyes scanned the scene outside. As I looked out of the rear window, I found that a strange man had already gotten out of the car. Relief washed over me. Maybe Robert had just lent his car to someone else.
“Why would you think I did this, Isa? Am I that bad in your eyes?” Emerson’s voice was low and cold, cutting through the silence.
“If it wasn’t you, then why did you say it was your punishment?” I shot back, my eyes narrowing.
He sighed, the anger momentarily fading from his face. “I just wanted to know how important Robert was in your heart,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.
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“What the hell do you want to achieve with this?” I asked,
exasperation creeping into my voice. I didn’t want to continue this foolish conversation.
Suddenly, Emerson changed the subject. “I couldn’t find my Patek Philippe watch. You must find it for me,” he demanded abruptly.
“I’ve already told the housekeeper where your belongings are kept. He’ll help you,” I said indifferently, trying to mask my exhaustion.
“He’s sick and asked for leave. You want me to bother such a poor old man?” Emerson countered, his tone mocking. “You’re coming home with me, Isa.”
I didn’t have the energy to argue with him any further. My head hurt. I only had a few drinks, but the chemotherapy aggravated their effect.
When we arrived at Emerson’s villa, the maid greeted us with a smile. “Welcome back, Mrs. Williams. Your bedroom has been cleaned up.”
My eyes widened. “I never said I would stay here tonight.”
Emerson snorted. “Your new house is far from here, and there’s a thunderstorm tonight. I don’t have a tendency to abuse my ex–wife. I care about you, you know.”
“Which room did you prepare?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady as I found the watch. “Here you go,” I said as I passed the golden watch to him. It was with all his other watches. Obviously, it was just an excuse to get me to come home with him.
“Which one do you think? The master bedroom, of course. With me. This is my house. You don’t have the right to be picky,” he said with a cunning expression that I loathed.
I hated his smugness. Not wanting to see him any longer, I retreated. to the bathroom to take a shower.
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The hot water did little to calm my nerves. Wrapped in a bathrobe, I stood in front of the mirror, drying my hair. The sound of the hairdryer muffled the creak of the door opening. When I saw Emerson’s reflection in the mirror, he was already right behind me.
I felt his hand on my waist. His fingers brushed against my skin. He leaned in closer, his intentions unmistakably intimate. A wave of anger and violation surged through me.
“Get away from me!” I warned, pushing him away with all my strength.
He grabbed my wrists and pressed me against the wall, his eyes blazing with fury. “Why can’t I touch you?! Do you have a new boyfriend? Who is it? Robert?” he demanded.
Before I could respond, he crashed his lips against mine in a forceful, possessive kiss. My mind screamed in protest. I reacted instinctively, slapping him hard across the face.
Emerson staggered back, his face a mix of shock and rage. “Isabel!” he roared. His voice echoed in the small bathroom.
I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, glaring at him. “You have no right to do this to me. We’re over, Emerson. You made your choice when you betrayed our marriage,” I spat, my voice trembling with emotion.
His eyes softened for a moment, a flicker of regret passing through. them. “Isabel, I-”
“Save it,” I interrupted, my voice cold. “I’m done being your pawn.”
Without another word, I stormed out of the bathroom. My heart was pounding with fear and defiance.
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