Escape from Mr. Whitman (Emma and Theodore) novel Chapter 153

Theodore kept singing along with the lyrics on the screen, his voice steady and warm. “Even if I could do it all over again, I wouldn’t change. my mind. I choose you…”

“And you choose me, oh… I promise I’ll love you…”

Theodore’s phone sat on the coffee table, its screen flashing with an incoming call, but the music in the room was far too loud for anyone to notice. Jared, sitting right beside him, glanced at the display and saw the name “Fallon.” He remembered–that was Theodore’s housekeeper.

He looked at Theodore, who was still lost in the song, and then reached

over to answer the call.

With the music blaring, Jared didn’t put the call on speaker. He could barely make out what Fallon was saying, catching only fragments like, “Mrs. Whitman, something…” Instantly, annoyance flared inside him. That spiteful woman checking up on Theo again? Absolutely insufferable.

Jared didn’t respond. Instead, he set the phone back down on the table, letting Fallon hear the loud chorus echoing through the room.

“I’ll love you, always and forever, I’ll stay right by your side…”

Meanwhile, Fallon’s phone, lying on the bathroom floor, broadcast the duet–one of the voices unmistakably Theodore’s–through its tinny speaker.

Fallon scrambled across the tiles, nearly crawling to snatch up the phone and end the call. As soon as she managed to hang up, she turned to see Mrs. Whitman, wrapped in a towel, her eyes wide and bright.

Mrs. Whitman had heard everything.

“I’m so sorry, ma’am,” Fallon stammered, guilt twisting in her stomach. “I’m just… so useless.” Mr. Whitman had abandoned his wife to sing love songs with that homewrecker. How devastated Mrs. Whitman must be.

It was all Fallon’s fault. When she’d tried to lift Mrs. Whitman out of the

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bathtub, her foot had slipped, and they’d both gone crashing to the floor. Now her own ankle was twisted, useless–but that hardly mattered. She couldn’t just leave Mrs. Whitman lying on the bathroom floor all night! That’s why she’d called Mr. Whitman, hoping to get him home. But before she could even grip the phone properly, it slipped from her hand, dialed, and landed on speaker by accident…

Emma shook her head, brushing aside any thoughts of love songs. “Fallon, I have no idea where my phone is. If you can reach yours, call an ambulance, or at least the building manager.”

She tried to get up to find some clothes, but sobriety hadn’t caught up to her yet. She’d practically passed out in the tub earlier, only waking up when Fallon’s fall jolted her, but her head was still swimming. As she braced herself on the bathtub and pushed, her legs buckled, sending her back onto the floor. Behind her, Fallon’s panicked voice rang out: “Maʼam, please don’t move!”

Emma turned, confused, to find Fallon’s hands slick with blood, her whole body shaking. “Ma’am, you’re bleeding–there’s so much blood! Where does it hurt? Please, stay still!”

Emma glanced down. Her towel had slipped, and it was stained deep red. She remembered the sharp pain at the back of her head when she fell. Could she be bleeding back there?

She reached up, her fingers coming away sticky and wet.

Looking at her hand, she saw it was covered in blood.

“Mrs. Whitman!” Fallon cried again, panic rising.

But even drunk, Emma stayed calm. “Tell the building manager to send up a female security officer,” she instructed.

“Right!” Fallon grabbed her phone and dialed again, her heart aching as she glimpsed the recent call to Mr. Whitman.

Back at the karaoke lounge, the song faded out. Jared, watching

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Theodore and Cecilia, took a quick glance at the phone before anyone noticed. With a flick of his thumb, he deleted the call from the history.

He smirked to himself–thank goodness Cici had given him Theo’s phone password, or he wouldn’t have been able to erase the evidence. Theo deserved better. After all these years, both he and Cici had suffered enough.

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