Chapter 113 - Brushed Past (1/2)

Emily's hand dramatically flew to her mouth, while her other hand was flashing the phone screen to the resident.

Never in her entire life did she feel utter humiliation, all because she put her trust into the wrong person.

She watched in satisfaction as the resident scrambled towards her—trembling in fear.

Washing her hands in the sink, she glanced at her reflection in the mirror and scoffed at how miserable she looked—smeared mascara, puffy eyes, snotty nose. She totally ticked all the boxes on the Look of a Brokenhearted Checklist.

While the resident was busy spouting words Emily refused to hear, the sound of the rushing water soothed her and slowly her face turned serene and content.

It was as if at that moment, Emily finally let go of the baggage that was weighing down her shoulders. She let out a sigh when her sight landed on her bony shoulder blades.

Her eyes hurt when realization dawned on her that her relationship was putting so much stress on her, she failed to notice her own reflection and how unhealthy she was starting to look.

The rush of water running came to a slow pitter patter. And when the sound was gone, one could hear the echo of footsteps outside the hospital halls inside the comfort room.

Facing the second-rate version of herself, Emily rolled her shoulders, straightening her spine. She needed a good posture to hold herself up and keep herself from exploding. ”What surprises me the most was you knew he was engaged yet you still went out with him. Men talk, doc. They know who the playthings are, and they will all fall in line just to get a taste of you, which would make the rounds in the bars one d.i.c.k after another.

”All this time you thought you're pretty, and you're good at bed, because men wanted your attention which you are proud of but the truth is… they just want to know if the story about your performance holds true.

”And when they're done, they will leave you hanging, waiting, and then you will start questioning yourself why… Why aren't they staying? Why is nobody taking you seriously?

”Do you know what the answer is? Nobody will give you a second or longer look because they know they can have you for an hour or two and they're done. No strings attached. No commitment. You're as disposable as the c.o.n.d.o.m they used on you.”

Emily took a step back when the resident knelt and pleaded, ”Please, Ms. Tay. Please delete the recording. My job is on the line. I will do everything… everything you ask of me. I will help you break up with him. But please please…” The resident looked up to Emily's proud and tall form. Her cheeks drenched with big fat tears.

You don't need your job. I just heard you tattletale. I bet you're better off working on a tabloid than a hospital.”

Without sparing the resident another glance, Emily left the comfort room. She couldn't believe that the bitch didn't even say sorry to her and went straight to keeping her position. She was so deep in thought, simmering in anger and thirst for vengeance, that she bumped into another soul.

TICK!

The sound of her sleeve touching with a white lab coat caught her by surprise. She took a step back, smoothening her sleeve when she felt a zap of static shock travel on her arm. Her attention was diverted when she caught a familiar face at the end of the hallway. Waving her hand up to show her location to Olivia, who had a worried look on her face, Emily didn't spare another glance to the soul whom hers brushed past.

Meeting halfway, Emily snatched her gal pal's hands, barking an order. ”Call Ava. We're getting drunk tonight.”