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Watching James desperately trying to explain himself made Emma’s stomach turn. It was disgusting.
“Stop. I don’t want to hear excuses, I just want one thing – Lucy needs to publicly apologize to me.”
James grabbed Emma’s hand, eyes wide.
“Fine, I’ll make her apologize right now!”
Before Emma could react, James pulled her into his car and drove to a luxury apartment building.
James took Emma to Lucy’s apartment.
They found Lucy packing her bags.
Her face still tear–stained, she started crying again when she saw James: “Didn’t you say you’d never contact me again?”
James scoffed, no longer hiding his cruelty.
“Did you forget that spreading lies has consequences?”
He grabbed Lucy’s hair, dragging her in front of Emma.
“Apologize! Did you hear me? Apologize!”
James used full force, as if trying to tear Lucy’s scalp off.
Lucy screamed.
Emma hadn’t even stepped into the apartment.
Standing at the door, she could see the open kitchen.
She’d seen photos of James cooking there.
She realized this luxury apartment was the love nest James had bought for Lucy. Pregnancy had made Emma prefer quiet. Seeing Lucy screaming like a
madwoman, Emma couldn’t bear to watch.
She turned toward the elevator, James following close behind.
Emma spoke deliberately: “I’m giving you one day. I want to see Lucy’s public apology.”
But James asked: “If she apologizes, can we cancel the divorce?”
Emma’s mouth twitched, answering without mercy: “No.”
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James deflated like a balloon, the light leaving his eyes.
His fists clenched, his whole body trembling.
Emma frowned impatiently: “Are we going? If not, I’ll call a cab.”
James licked his dry lips, as if making a huge decision: “Let me drive you home.
One last time, okay?”
His words meant he was accepting the divorce.
This surprised Emma..
She’d prepared for a long battle with James. Who knew he’d get tired too?
That was perfect no more fighting needed.
She agreed.
As they left the building, heavy snow began falling.
The first snow of winter in the city..
Emma sat in the passenger seat, both staying silent.
She knew the city well. Thinking she’d soon leave, maybe never return, gave her mixed feelings.
At a traffic light, James suddenly changed direction.
Emma tensed up, afraid what James might do to her and the baby if he went crazy. “James, where are you taking me?”
Emma reached fo
her phone, ready to call police.
That moment, Emma felt utterly exhausted.
People once so close now had to guard against each other.
James smiled at Emma. A streetlight caught his face.
His smile was gentle, like when he was eighteen, holding that chocolate from
Japan, saying: “See? I have superpowers. I got it for you right away.”
Like ten years ago, first snow, when James kissed her frozen hand, asking carefully: “Will you be my girlfriend?”
Emma snapped out of it quickly.
She thought if eighteen–year–old James saw himself now, he’d tell Emma not to forgive him.
