To Color Your Life - Chapter 48

Warning! The chapter contains obscene language.

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I wonder if a boxer feels the same way when he is knocked out in the ring? There was a sound a second ago.

Bam!

And that’s it.

You don’t hear anything, you don’t see anything.

There is a veil before the eyes.

Emily felt that way.

Wife. His wife. He has a wife. Not a girlfriend, not a fiancee. A wife.

“You’re lying,” she struggled to find the strength to say these words.

“Ha, why would I lie?” the brunette grinned.

Emily felt nausea roll in her throat. The acrid smell of alcohol seemed to permeate everything around.

She put the cup of unfinished coffee on the table and lowered her hands. She clasped her fingers together to stop the shaking.

“I told you right away, he is playing with you,” the stranger continued her monologue.

Don’t listen to her, Emily. She’s lying. Just get up and walk away. Don’t listen to her. The girl kept repeating to herself, but her body refused to move. It was as if all her strength had left her at once.

Meanwhile, the boss’s friend flipped through a few more photos in the gallery on her phone, showing them as evidence of her words.

In all of them, Justin was depicted with the same girl. Somewhere they kissed, somewhere they hugged. Some of them pictured a girl with a big belly, while others had a child in their company.

A child.

Oh my God. He has a child…

Now it is clear why he had the room with children’s toys and a crib in his apartment. Therefore, he did not want to show it, having come up with a story with dirty socks.

What the hell to “keep the image”, Mr. Evans?! The dirty laundry was not the clothes at all.

“He has always been like this. Ever since university,” the brunette poked her tongue and put the phone away. She’s already had the desired effect on Emily. It only remained to finish off with a couple of phrases, and the job was done.

“With his stupid friends, the offspring of rich daddies, they chose a victim for themselves. Some naive girl like you. If she had a boyfriend, it was perfect. Then the main player was chosen for a bet, and he had to fool this poor girl and drag her to bed.

The faster this happened, the bigger prize the winner got. The height of skill was to fuck the girl when her boyfriend was waiting for her in the very next room. The poor girl would then have to hold back her moans,” the woman cackled, and her laugh was like the creak of rusty metal.

Emily felt that she would vomit if she keeps listening to this ugly fell a little more.

“Justin would never do that, he-”

“Yes, your Justin was number one in this case!” the brunette interrupted her. “And not just number one. Virgins were his main specialty. Those who had a boyfriend and who wouldn’t let him. But they lay down under him like real sluts. How ironic! All jokes aside, Jussi is a master at this. Yes, you probably know. He has already bonked you well, hasn’t he?”

Kill. Emily wanted to kill that bitch so much. It was more disgusting to get your hands dirty on her than to listen to all this nonsense.

“And you, apparently, are jealous, right? Didn’t you get such pleasure? So you are sitting here and splashing your venom around? Does a perfume with hints of yesterday’s alcohol not work like a pheromone on men anymore?”

At Emily’s words, the brunette felt like she had a cold shower. She jumped up and gave Hayes a furious look. It seemed to Emily that the woman had even sobered up a little.

The stranger opened her mouth, intending to throw a scandal, but noticed the wary look of the cafe employees who were looking in their direction.

She immediately straightened the neckline on the dress that had moved to the side.

“Think what you want. I do not care. But Jussie won’t leave his beautiful wife for you. The girl turned out to be cunning and got knocked up from him. And her daddy is some big figure. Such a big one that he would chew and spit their entire publishing house without even noticing it. So the boy had to choose – fuck up the family business or get married. He chose the latter. And you,” she gave Emily an appraising glance and grunted in satisfaction, “are obviously out of their league.”

Hayes understood this even without the words of the impudent bitch. She had been warned from the beginning by Catherine that Justin Evans was a high-flying bird. And if Emily decides to climb to his height, then she must be ready to crash at any moment.

The brunette leaned over to the table and whispered, “If you’re lucky and Evans decides to fuck you again, say hi from Lala to him, okie.”

“Fuck you,” Emily replied and was ready to spit in the face of the bitch. But she had enough of her own poison, so let her choke.

The brunette chuckled and walked towards the exit, swaying a little.

Emily heard the doorbell ringing behind her. The guest was no longer there, and the train of her alcohol still seemed to be in the air.

She got up from the table and went out into the street.

It was still morning, but the sun was already hot, creating stuffiness from the hot asphalt. Or so it just seemed to her. Half an hour ago, she enjoyed its warmth, but now it seemed to burn, wanting to leave red spots on her skin.

Emily hurried to cross the road and ran into the entrance of her house. She did not notice how she went up to the apartment, closed the door behind her. Then went into the bedroom.

She took clothes out of the closet, changed her clothes, and went back to the door.

An hour’s journey to the Pharaoh Publishing House took an unknown amount of time since she followed neither the time nor the road.

The cash that was on the coffee table before leaving the apartment was used to pay for the taxi. She had nothing else with her.

The bag with documents and a bank card was left at home, as well as the switched-off phone. She didn’t even remember about them.

Emily stopped the car one block from the office building and started walking.

She noticed the black Maybach about fifty meters before her.

With each step, her gait slowed down, her heels, when hitting the asphalt, hurt her feet like sharp blades, depriving her of the last strength.

She froze and stared towards the main entrance.

A man in a stylish and expensive business suit walked out of the publishing house, arm in arm with a woman. She was telling him something, he was smiling and not taking his eyes off her.

On one of the steps, the woman stumbled, and he immediately supported her. He put his hand on her large belly and stroked it tenderly, calming a little baby, who, judging by the size of the belly, was about to be born soon.

She was pregnant. And he was happy of it.

Emily could see it in his gaze, his gestures, the way he was looking at his woman.

Justin walked her to the car, opened the door, and helped her to get inside.

Then he walked around the car and got behind the wheel.

The black Maybach happily rumbled the engine and a couple of seconds later, the car started to move, leaving the parking lot.

He drove past Emily, standing at the side of the road, and turned a corner.

The sound of the engine died away, moving away from her.

He drove by.

He drove by and didn’t even notice her.