Chapter 7
Emma Carpenter POV:
Casey' s accusations echoed in the cavernous hallway, a desperate, raw sound. "You promised! You promised you'd be faithful!" Her voice cracked, filled with a pain that felt alarmingly familiar.
Collin, his face still pale from the shock of my declaration, tried to placate her, his voice a low, urgent murmur. "Casey, darling, calm down. Of course I'll be faithful. You're carrying my children. My heirs." He pulled her close, his hand stroking her hair in a performance of devotion.
I watched, a strange sense of vindication washing over me. This was Collin' s true face, the one he had hidden from me for so long. The manipulator, the opportunist, always choosing the path of least resistance, always promising what was convenient. He truly believed he could talk his way out of anything. But not this time. Not with me.
His parents, stiff and formal, had watched the entire scene unfold with grim faces. Now, his mother, Lady Sweeney, motioned for me to follow her into a quiet study. The air crackled with unspoken tension.
She placed a thick envelope on the polished mahogany desk. "Emma," she began, her voice devoid of warmth, "this has gone far enough. We cannot have this... scandal. It's bad for business. Bad for the family name." Her eyes, sharp and calculating, bored into mine. "Collin's father has already prepared the papers."
She pushed the envelope across the desk. Inside, nestled beneath a formal letter, was a meticulously drafted divorce agreement. Already signed by Collin, witnessed and notarized, dated just an hour ago. He had been so quick to cut me loose, to salvage his image, to pacify his parents. The finality of it hit me with a dull thud.
"It's for the best," she continued, her voice flat. "Collin will manage. He always does. And with children on the way, his focus needs to be on his future, on the family legacy." Her words were a chilling echo of his own.
I picked up the pen, its cool metal a stark contrast to the burning rage in my heart. I read through the document, noting the generous financial settlement. Money. That was all it took for them to erase me. For them to cut ties with the woman who had built their son' s empire.
My hand didn' t tremble. My signature, Emma Carpenter, was clear and firm, a declaration of my newfound freedom. I pushed the papers back across the desk. "Consider it done, Lady Sweeney."
She looked surprised by my lack of protest, my swift compliance. "Good. Then it's settled. You'll be leaving the country, I presume?"
"Indeed," I replied, my voice steady. "I have no intention of remaining in Chicago. Or in your family's orbit."
She nodded, a faint, almost approving glint in her eyes. "Excellent. We'll ensure your travel arrangements are seamless. And the funds will be transferred to your account by morning. Collin won't cause any trouble. He understands the importance of... discretion."
Just then, the door creaked open. Collin stood there, his face haggard, his eyes wide with a mixture of confusion and fear. He had clearly overheard the last part.
"Emma? What are you signing?" he rasped, his gaze darting from the papers to his mother, then to me.
His mother, unperturbed, merely gestured to the signed document. "The divorce papers, Collin. It's for the best. For everyone. Especially with your... new responsibilities."
Collin stared at the papers, then at his mother, a look of dawning horror on his face. "But... but I didn't mean it! I didn't know she would actually-"
"You signed them, Collin," his mother stated, her voice sharp. "You agreed. Now, move on."
He looked at me, a desperate plea in his eyes, a puppet finally realizing his strings had been cut. He looked pathetic, confused, utterly devoid of the confident arrogance I had once admired. He was just a boy, easily manipulated by his powerful parents, easily ensnared by a younger woman. The illusion shattered, revealing the hollow core beneath.
"Emma, please," he whimpered, stepping toward me, his hands outstretched. "Don't go. We can fix this. I love you. I always have."
Just then, Casey appeared in the doorway, her eyes red and puffy, but with a renewed sense of purpose. "Collin! There you are! I need you. The doctor wants to talk about the babies." She gripped his arm, pulling him away from me, her eyes pleading for his attention.
Collin, torn, looked from my impassive face to Casey's tear-streaked one. His gaze lingered on Casey's stomach, on the promise of an heir, a future his parents approved of. His resolve, always fragile, crumbled.
"I have to go," he mumbled, his eyes still on me, a desperate, longing look that I no longer felt. He allowed Casey to pull him away, his back to me, already forgetting his plea.
"Goodbye, Collin," I said, my voice barely a whisper, but firm enough for him to hear.
He didn't turn back.
I walked out of the Sweeney estate, not with tears, but with a profound sense of lightness. The weight of his lies, his betrayals, his entire suffocating world, had been lifted. The air outside felt crisp, clean, and full of possibility. I was finally free.
Days later, I learned that Collin and Casey had moved into the penthouse. My old life, my old home, was now theirs. It was a symbolic gesture, a complete erasure. But it didn't hurt. It only reinforced the wisdom of my escape.
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