Escape from Mr. Whitman (Emma and Theodore) novel Chapter 200

“That Remington guy.” Theodore nearly spat the words out between clenched teeth. “Let’s get one thing straight. It doesn’t matter who you hang around with—that’s none of my business. But Emma is my wife. You have no business being anywhere near her!”

“Oh, really?” Sebastian didn’t budge an inch. “If I hadn’t been with Emma today, she’d either be lying in a hospital bed or scarred for life. Is that what you wanted to see?”

“You—” In a flash, Theodore grabbed Sebastian by the collar. “Listen here, punk. I don’t care how powerful your family is. If you think you can make a move on my wife, you’re dead wrong.”

Sebastian gripped Theodore’s wrist, his voice icy. “Mr. Whitman, let’s be clear about something. Her name is Emma. She’s a dancer. She’s not someone’s property, not just a wife, not a thing for you to own.”

Theodore’s face twisted with rage. He let go of Sebastian for a split second—only to throw a punch straight into Sebastian’s jaw. “Then ask her!” he shouted, his voice hoarse with anger. “Ask her who she is! Ask her if she’s mine!”

Before Sebastian could recover, Emma rushed over and stepped between them, shielding Sebastian with her entire body. “Theodore! Get out of this room. Now.”

Theodore’s eyes widened in disbelief. “What did you just say? Say that again.”

“I said,” Emma repeated, her voice steady and clear, “get out of this room.” She stood tall, keeping Sebastian firmly behind her.

“You—want me—to leave?” Theodore jabbed a finger at his own chest, his voice incredulous. “Emma, do you even know what you’re saying? Without me, you wouldn’t even be able to stay in this hotel tonight!”

“Sorry, Mr. Whitman,” Sebastian shot back, his voice sharp, “but with or without you, Emma would still have made it on her own. She’s a renowned dancer, always surrounded by applause and flowers. She could have afforded any hotel in this city.”

That landed like a punch straight to Theodore’s gut. If Emma hadn’t ruined her leg saving him, she’d still be on top of the world. It was a debt he could never repay.

“A scene?” Emma echoed, her voice soft and almost detached. “Hasn’t today already been enough of a spectacle?”

Theodore paused, thrown by her words.

“And for the record, I’m not angry,” Emma said, her tone matter-of-fact. “I haven’t felt angry all day. There’s nothing left to feel. My heart’s just… done.”

It was true. She wasn’t angry anymore. Just numb.

“Emma, is it him? Is this kid putting ideas in your head? Has he been badmouthing me to you?” Theodore demanded, jabbing a finger at Sebastian. “Coward! If you’ve got something to say, say it to my face instead of hiding behind a woman!”