Eleven Years All to the Wrong Man novel Chapter 294

And for that very reason, Emma had no desire to see such a scene play out. She didn't want to see Evan have a sudden epiphany just because she was sick, kneeling before her to admit his mistakes, realizing what a monster he had been to her, and then putting on a show about the prodigal son returning.

Emma wasn't interested. For her, the moment she divorced Evan, he and their entire past became a closed chapter.

Melissa's expression soured. She glared at Emma, unwilling to accept her nonchalance. Seeing her so unconcerned, so confident, she felt a rage burning inside her.

"Hmph, who do you think you are, Emma?"

A vicious look crossed Melissa's face. Staring at the composed woman before her, Melissa's mind raced, searching for words that would hurt her.

A sudden flash of inspiration struck her. Melissa forced a smile and said with feigned casualness, "Sure, you were with him for eleven years. Even after the divorce, your place in his heart is irreplaceable. I might not be able to replace you on my own, but what about the two of us?"

"What do you mean?"

Emma's smile vanished, her expression returning to its previous coldness.

Seeing that she'd finally cracked that effortless composure, Melissa couldn't help but feel a surge of satisfaction. A brilliant smile spread across her face. "What do you think?"

This time, she was the one in control.

But she didn't seem to expect an answer from Emma. As soon as the words left her mouth, Melissa continued with a triumphant laugh, "Evan was with you for eleven years, so what? A person has more than one decade in their life. I know I can't compete with you right now, but what about the baby in my belly?"

The abortion had been agonizing for her, too. For a long time afterward, she would dream of that bloody child—no, that bloody piece of flesh.

After the procedure, the doctor had told her she would never be able to become a mother again.

Emma had lost her last chance at motherhood. But what about Evan? He wasn't affected at all. Their child was gone, but he could still have children with other women. Emma, on the other hand, had nothing.

Noticing Emma's pale face and the way her hand, hanging at her side, had tightened into a fist, Melissa's smile grew wider, more brazen.

This was exactly what she wanted. She was doing it on purpose, deliberately provoking Emma, making her feel the same humiliation and grief she herself had once felt.