Escape from Mr. Whitman (Emma and Theodore) novel Chapter 367

When Cecilia uttered the word "marriage," her gaze locked onto Emma, brimming with challenge and smug satisfaction.

Theodore visibly jolted, his eyes fixed on Emma. "Emma—"

Emma managed a bright, easy smile. "Getting married, are you? Congratulations. So, when's the big day?"

Theodore's face turned ashen. "No, Emma, listen to me—"

She gave a short, incredulous laugh. "Why so nervous, Mr. Whitman? Worried about that little agreement of ours?"

"What agreement?" Cecilia swept over, her gown trailing dramatically behind her.

"Oh," Emma replied lightly, "just a promise between Mr. Whitman and me. Why don't you ask him about it?" Then she turned back to Theodore, her tone cool and sharp. "Honestly, you're a little too eager, Mr. Whitman. Would've been polite to wait until our divorce papers were signed, don't you think?"

Cecilia's eyes filled with tears as she made herself look as pitiful as possible in front of Emma. "Emma, you're not going to back out, are you? Please, let Theo go. He's suffered for you for five years. Why can't you just let him go?"

Emma stared at her, utterly bewildered. "Cecilia, why don't you ask him who's really refusing to let go? For once, try a little harder, will you? Convince him to sign those divorce papers the moment the waiting period is over!" She shot Theodore a cold, withering look.

Cecilia's voice trembled, her eyes swimming with tears. "How could you say that? You're the one holding Theo hostage with your disability! He's too kind to leave you, that's all. I'm begging you—not to keep him chained to you any longer!"

But Emma, in that moment, couldn't care less about Theodore and Cecilia's marriage plans. What really mattered was her grandmother, who'd always been shielded from the ugliness of Emma's failing marriage. Even though Gran knew things were bad—knew the divorce was in progress—Emma had always tried to spare her the full brunt of it.

She squeezed her grandmother's arm, desperate to end this humiliating scene and take her somewhere safe and quiet.

"Enough already," Emma said icily. "You like collecting trash, Cecilia—that doesn't mean everyone wants to be in the recycling business." With that, she took her grandmother's hand and made to leave.

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