Escape from Mr. Whitman (Emma and Theodore) novel Chapter 436

Her expression was resolute. After delivering the final blow, she turned and walked back into the house.

Sebastian shot Theodore one last contemptuous look before Emma called out, "Let's go home. What are you waiting for?"

Theodore sat on the cold, wet ground, watching the door close behind them.

*Let's go home…*

He never imagined she would say those words to anyone else.

"Theodore, when are you coming home?"

"Theodore, I think I'll head home first."

"Theodore, can you pick something up for me on your way home?"

"Theodore, let me know before you come home."

*Home…*

Wasn't that their word? He and she were the only ones who had a home together.

And now, she was telling another man to come home.

A sharp, tearing pain seized his heart.

So this was what a broken heart felt like.

She must have felt this same pain, again and again, whenever he chose Cecilia over her.

*I'm sorry, Emma. I was wrong…*

He didn't know how long he sat there, but the warm, fragrant scent of baking bread wafting from Emma's house finally brought him back to reality. He was soaked to the bone.

The snowman he had built was completely gone.

They didn't drink any wine that evening. After dinner, they continued the show they'd started earlier. Emma didn't ask him to leave, and after she went to bed, Sebastian stayed up watching, eventually falling asleep on the sofa.

The next morning, he made her breakfast and accompanied her to the wellness center.

This became their routine. He even helped her decorate both of their houses for Christmas. On the day before Christmas Eve, Larson called to say he was coming to pick her up for the holiday.

Knowing her rehabilitation couldn't be interrupted, Larson arranged to pick her up on Christmas Eve, right after her session.

Sebastian went with her to the center that day. When they returned, Emma packed a bag with gifts for her family, and soon after, Larson arrived.

Sebastian stood in her living room, looking like a puppy about to be abandoned. Emma was going to spend the holiday with her brother, and his only relative here, Genevieve, was back home. That meant he would be spending Christmas alone.

He didn't usually celebrate Christmas, but with all the festive cheer and families gathering together, being alone felt particularly lonely.

Larson carried Emma's bags to the car and then came back to help her out. Sebastian stood by the gate, his eyes wide and sad. "Emm… Emma, Merry Christmas."