Chapter 2 Worst Nightmare

"Argh! I can't believe this is happening to me. Oh. My. God". Emma is speaking to herself.

"Stop your charade! You must be glad you slept with me. Millions of women outside there yearn for that opportunity. You should be grateful, while I......" Ashton snorted and shrugged. "Last night was the worst nightmare in my life".

Upon listening to that arrogant man's words, Emma's tears began to flow. Her frustration had reached its peak. "You've taken advantage of me. Now, you think I'm a trash?!"

"Yes, you are a trash! You are like a speck in a flawless expensive painting. You don't deserve to enter my canvas. Therefore, forget what happened between us and never think to come back to see me! If I ever see you outside of this room, don't blame me if you disappear from this world."

"You think I want to be touched by you? You think so highly of yourself. You are the real trash! You have robbed me and snatched my fiancé's rights! You must take responsibility!". Emma rebuked in a trembling voice. Her energy had indeed been drained, but anger forced her to refuse to be silent.

Meanwhile, Ashton narrowed his eyes. 'This girl still wants to play the victim? She even dares to pressure me with demands?' He snorted sarcastically.

"I'm not asking you to marry me," Emma explained swiftly. "You just need to explain your crime to my fiancé."

"Was my warning not clear enough?" Ashton asked in a displeased tone. Still, with his hands stuffed in his trouser pockets, he placed his face a few inches in front of Emma. "....I don't want...to deal with you..."

The man's tone was not kidding. Emma almost shuddered, but she kept her chin up.

Unfortunately, before she could speak up, the man had already pushed her forehead with his forefinger. A second later, he walked away while cleaning his hand with a silk cloth embroidered with spun gold.

"Hey!"

Emma rushed in pursuit. However, as she managed to grab the man's arm, he immediately pressed her against the wall.

"You think I'm kidding?" Ashton tightened his grip on Emma's neck, not caring if she was gasping for air.

"I don't want to see this disgusting face of yours, let alone be touched by your filthy hands. Once again you come to me, your life will end that very second."

Ashton let go of his hand and went away. Emma immediately collapsed and coughed. She didn't have the strength to keep up anymore. While clutching the blanket, she could only stare at the door and cry uncontrollably.

Suddenly, a pair of pantoffels appeared again. Emma looked up. When she found a man with bloodshot eyes, she gasped.

"Zack?"

The man sighed in disbelief. "So, this is how you behave behind my back?"

Emma blinked. Her tongue turned stiff. "No...it's not what you think, Zack."

Gritting his teeth, Zack tossed a phone. Watching the video on it, Emma's body trembled hard.

"Why are you doing this, Emma? I love you. You asked me to wait until we get married. Are you hurting me on purpose? Or you're getting cocky because everyone thinks highly of you?"

Emma's throat constricted. Her heart broke seeing Zack's tears.

"Please....trust me, Zack. I didn't sleep with Mr. Rolland."

"Enough Emma! Every word from your mouth feels like a thousand needles piercing my heart. You have broken my trust, my dreams, my hopes. From this moment on, I don't want to see you around me, or even in this city.

"But.."

"You will regret for betraying me! Wherever you go, I'll make sure you suffer. There would be no place that would accept a loathsome woman like you."

"Wait......, Zack!"

Emma tried to catch up, but her knees were still weak. She hit the floor again. The only thing she could do was lament her fate.

On the same day, the dismissal email came. Her social media was flooded with insults. Everyone in her friend list unfriend her. In the blink of an eye, Emma's world had turned dark.