Eleven Years All to the Wrong Man novel Chapter 118

She opened her iPad and started a show she'd been watching, but tonight, she couldn't focus on it at all. Her mind kept replaying the scene with Evan at City Hall that morning.

To be honest, besides an unprecedented sense of relief, Emma also felt a sliver of emptiness about the divorce.

It was a strange feeling, like a story-driven game you've been playing for a long time that suddenly ends. An NPC tells you the game is over, and it's time to return to reality...

Her marriage to Evan felt like that game. Even though she knew, toward the end, that it was a pointless game, she couldn't bring herself to quit, perhaps because she had been playing for so many years. She kept going until her character was on the verge of a breakdown before she finally hit the stop button.

Emma felt empty and lost. Divorcing Evan wasn't just about leaving him; it was about escaping the family prison that had confined her for years. She had to return to the workforce, to support herself again.

With these thoughts swirling in her mind, Emma slowly closed her eyes and, at some point, drifted off to sleep.

***

Meanwhile, on the other side of town.

In the oncology department on the 21st floor of St. Aurelia Private Medical Center.

A man and a woman stood in the corridor of the inpatient ward late at night. The surroundings were quiet, the air thick with the smell of disinfectant, and the overhead fluorescent lights were harsh.

Melissa was wearing pink cartoon pajamas with a coat thrown over them. She had been half-asleep when Evan's call came. Her father was resting in the hospital room, and not wanting to wake him, she had quietly opened the door and stepped out.

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