Eleven Years All to the Wrong Man novel Chapter 76

Unlucky because she had a terminal illness and was living on borrowed time, while the only man she loved had betrayed her.

And lucky because, well… it seemed she had a lot of money. Though she wasn’t sure how much would be left after a divorce.

She smiled, but it couldn't hide a sense of deep-seated sorrow.

Sensing she didn't want to talk, Nathan didn't press further. He nodded, letting the topic drop.

After her appointment, Emma didn't head straight home. She walked to a nearby park.

There were many elderly people there with their grandchildren, mostly toddlers around two or three. Their steps were unsteady, wobbling as they walked, their mouths open in wide grins that revealed a couple of small, crooked teeth.

The sunlight was gentle and warm.

Emma found an empty spot and crouched down, watching the children play from a distance. She had been pregnant once, a year ago.

But her relationship with Evan had already deteriorated by then. Evan was rarely home, and when he was, they fought. Eventually, to avoid the arguments, he just stopped coming back altogether.

She hadn't felt pregnant at all.

She didn't experience any of the morning sickness, fatigue, or nausea described in movies and books. Thinking of that child brought a pang of pain and guilt.

But Emma wouldn't let go, and she started hitting Evan too. By then, their relationship had soured into mutual resentment. She had no trust left in him, only a constant, gnawing fear that he was out fooling around with someone else.

So any move Evan made that seemed to protect the secretary only made Emma react more violently.

Many people tried to intervene and pull them apart. Emma couldn't recall the exact details of what happened next, only that in the chaos, someone pushed her. She stumbled backward, landing hard on the cold floor.

Before she could even get up, she felt a warm rush between her legs.

At first, she thought it was her period. But the blood kept coming, more and more, staining the floor a deeper red. It pooled beneath her and spread out quickly. By the time she realized what was happening, it was too late…