Chapter 54 - Appearance Of The Queen (Part 1). (1/2)

Warning! The chapter contains obscene language.

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They say that in a person's life there are situations when this very life is divided into before and after. This usually happens when you come to the edge beyond which there is nothing but the death itself.

Emily knew this feeling. It smelled like rotten ground. It echoed with a thud. That was the very sound when the first handful of the ground fell on the lid of her mother's coffin.

Thud.

And the person does not exist anymore.

Thud.

And only memories remain with you.

Only now, one of her most vivid memories was buried under a thick layer of lies, as thick as the layer of the ground, under which her parents once were buried.

”They had their own company, about five people. All of them were children of wealthy families. There was a rumor among ordinary guys that this little elite group liked to have fun with girls who already were in a relationship. They chose the main player, and he had to seduce the girl who already had a boyfriend,” Peter began to explain, but Emily had already heard the story. It turns out that the drunken bitch didn't lie.

Hmm, Justin Evans. Bravo. You really know how to surprise. Even her grandmother would envy such acting skills. A two-faced hypocrite.

”Why me?” she asked, her voice was cold as ice.

Peter rubbed his forehead nervously, ”As I said, I made one mistake and Evans caught me. So I had to-”

”Peter, can you even hear yourself?! You paid for your fuck up and I was just the fucking collateral damage in your deal with Evans! You could just tell me about it, that you have problems, that you need help, that Justin is blackmailing you, after all! But you did what was easiest to do! You just preferred to take the responsibility off your shoulders!”

”I am so sorry. I don't know what to say in my defense,” the man bowed his head.

Emily chuckled. In your defense? It's too late for excuses.

”Even now you are doing the same. You are blaming the other person for a choice you made yourself. The fact that Justin Evans has cornered you is on his conscience. But you found yourself in that situation by your own mistake, this is number one. And to get out of it, setting me up, was also exclusively your decision. That's number two.”

Miller was silent and did not dare to look the girl in the eyes. Emily didn't know whether to laugh or cry. She was used to the fact that Peter had his own opinion on any account, especially when it came to her. And his opinion was often decisive.

”For six years you have been instructing me how I should dress, how I should behave. How not to stand out, be humble, quiet. Correspond to the status of the future wife of a successful scientist. You know, Peter, even a month ago, I would also have thought that this is your fault, that I put on so many masks, forgetting who I really am.

But this is not the case. It's my fault. I allowed such an attitude, I believed and listened to you like a little kitten in need of warmth and care. This was my choice. Maybe not the most conscious, but mine. And this choice had led me to where I am now.”

Emily got up from the table, grabbed the mug of water she had poured for Miller, threw the water into the sink, and put the mug back into the cupboard.

The conversation was over.

”I have nothing to forgive you for, Peter Miller. I thank you for the experience. For the rest, deal with yourself. Now, you must leave.” Emily motioned her hand towards the door.

Peter slowly got up from his chair, as if he was exhausted, and walked towards the exit.