My Great Escape Led Me to You novel Chapter 48

Emma’s eyes lit up the moment she saw her. “Did Mr. Lane come looking for you?”

Emily bent down to change her shoes, her tone cool and distant. “He’s probably busy being all lovey-dovey with Isabella right now.”

Emma’s smile faltered, her voice edged with bitterness. “Did you ask him? Beg him to let us go back? We can’t just keep living like this forever.”

Shoes on, Emily straightened and fixed Emma with a clear, steady gaze.

“Do you really have to keep banging your head against the wall before you’ll finally wake up?”

Emma’s heart pinched at the sight of her face—she couldn’t help but feel a pang of sorrow.

At the start, she never wanted Emily to marry into the Lane family. All she’d wished for was a quiet, ordinary life.

But after Emily’s father died saving Kevin Lane, eight-year-old Emily was taken in by the Lanes, raised alongside their children.

As a little girl, Emily had been pretty as a porcelain doll. The older she grew, the more striking she became, her bright eyes and delicate features turning heads. Raised under the Lanes’ roof, she carried herself with a poise that rivaled any true-born heiress.

Even when Amelia Lane and Isabella stood beside her, they only made Emily shine brighter by comparison.

She would have made a perfect society hostess—more than enough to fit the part.

The thought of marrying Emily into the family only truly took root the day Emily came down with a sudden, high fever, too weak to stand. Andrew Lane had scooped her into his arms and rushed to call a doctor.

Back then, Emily and Andrew were close; there was an easy warmth between them, filled with laughter and gentle teasing.

Emma had seen it—how Emily looked at Andrew, the way love quietly bloomed in her eyes.

But after Isabella returned, everything changed. The air between Emily and Andrew turned cold and tense, bristling with unspoken arguments.

Remembering it now, Emma could only wring her hands in regret.

She’d thought Andrew felt the same about Emily. She’d been wrong—he’d never seen her as anything but a sister.

Emily glanced toward the kitchen and dining table. It was obvious Emma hadn’t bothered preparing dinner tonight.

She’d expected as much.

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