My Great Escape Led Me to You novel Chapter 61

The moment Emily Blair stepped off the stage, she locked eyes with Isabella Austin—her face pale, her gaze filled with panic and dread.

Emily paid her no mind.

She knew Isabella’s plagiarism would be judged soon enough.

Emily walked over to the vanity, slowly removing her earrings and necklace. She caught her own reflection in the mirror, the corners of her lips curling into a smile.

In the glass, she could see the scene unfolding behind her with perfect clarity: Andrew Lane stood with Isabella Austin clinging to him, arms wrapped desperately around his waist, her whole back trembling with sobs. Tears shimmered in her eyes as she buried her face against Andrew’s chest, looking every bit the picture of heartbreak.

Andrew’s brows drew together in a frown. He placed a comforting hand on Isabella’s back and murmured a few quiet words, trying to soothe her.

Isabella only cried harder.

Emily listened to the sounds of Isabella’s weeping, feeling an unexpected sense of relief, as if a weight had finally lifted from her shoulders.

But then, in the next moment, she met Andrew’s gaze in the mirror—a cold, warning glare, his dark eyes stormy and furious, threatening to drown her.

Emily set her earrings down with casual indifference and met Andrew’s eyes, a slow, mocking smile spreading across her lips. She mouthed the words, “It was me.”

Then she closed her mouth and looked at him with a taunting, almost cruel glint in her eyes.

As she expected, Andrew’s frown deepened, his gaze growing even darker. For a man usually so composed, his anger was unmistakably visible.

Emily finished taking off her jewelry, then stood and walked to the dressing room to change out of her clothes. She didn’t bother returning backstage. Instead, she left the venue altogether.

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