After Marrying My Boss

Inhaling deeply, I stifled the fury within me. Although I was currently fuming, I had no choice other than to keep my composure. For the safety of the child I'm carrying, I must remain calm!

“Emma, not only are you a high-born lady, but you also have stunning looks. Many men like you, so why must you cling on to Michael? You should be able to sense that he doesn't have any feelings for you.”

I tried my utmost best to sound calm and collected. Her emotions are all over the place now, so I can't provoke her further.

“Indeed, many men like me. But I don't like them. Michael is the only person I fancy! Why does he not like me? And why would he fall for someone worthless like you instead? How are you better than me?”

Resentment blazed in Emma's eyes, and hatred had long since pervaded her entire being. Anyhow, I inwardly breathed a long sigh of relief upon seeing that her attention had been diverted by my words earlier.

“It takes two to tango when it comes to matters of the heart. Some people and things can't be forced. Don't stray from the path, or you'll only be regretting it at the end of the day.”

Emma was a terrifying woman, yet I pitied her all the same.

Despite being pampered since young and having tons of suitors, the person whom she truly loves has never spared her a glance. Actually, God is fair. My life has been miserable since young, but I've attained happiness for the rest of my life now that I've gotten together with Michael. In contrast to the hardships I suffered in the past, it all pales in comparison in retrospect.

“Can't be forced? Are you telling me that Michael will never be with me no matter what I do?”

Grasping the meaning of my remark, Emma abruptly turned to stare at me, her eyes burning with rage.

Conversely, I gazed into her eyes calmly. At such a time, I couldn't argue with her anymore. Her emotions were extreme in the first place, so I would only be in greater peril if I were to go against her.

“You know full well that he doesn't love you. So, why are you still hanging on to him? You're exceedingly beautiful and could easily seek out your own happiness,” I commented once more with my eyes fixated on her.

Perhaps my words struck a chord in Emma, for tears shimmered in her eyes.

“Seek out my own happiness? In this entire world, the only person who can give me happiness is Michael! As you stole him from me, Anna Garcia, I'll certainly make you pay the price for having done so!”

Just when I thought that she was swayed, her gaze turned glacial in the blink of an eye. She turned to me fully, the indifferent smile playing on her lips growing increasingly distinct.

“What...”

At the sight of her condition right then, I was so petrified that words eluded me. I pulled out all stops to persuade her just now, yet she still wants to eliminate me now!

“Anna, you rambled on and on just because you wanted me to let you off, no? How could I possibly spare you when you stole Michael? You must pay the price today!”

Emma regarded me frostily, the curve of her lips particularly eerie.

“Are you really not afraid that Michael would learn of this, Emma? Do you think he'll fall for you after you kill me?”

I eyed the knife in her hand apprehensively with my heart lodged in my throat.

“Anna, I won't change my mind no matter what you say now. Even if he doesn't love me, I won't allow the two of you to be together. If I can't have him, nobody else can have him!” Emma shrieked furiously.

I thought she would immediately stab me with the knife, but that wasn't what happened. Instead, she strode away.

At that, I studied her in puzzlement, not quite understanding what exactly she wanted to do. Could it be that all she said earlier was simply to scare me? And in reality, she doesn't have the nerve to finish me off?

When that thought occurred to me, relief suffused me. No matter how nasty her words are, I don't mind putting up with it as long as she doesn't do anything to hurt me or the baby in my stomach.

“Even if I kill you, Anna, I won't grant you such an easy death. I'll make it so that you'll be humiliated even in death!”

A cold gleam of calculation flashed across Emma's eyes. The words out of her mouth had dread rising within me since I had no idea what her precise plan was.

“What do you want from me, Emma?”

I stared at her nervously, my eyes long since blanketed with a layer of terror.

“You love seducing men and sleeping with them, no? I'll have you thoroughly satisfied today!”

After saying that, Emma waved a hand before I could even register what she meant. At once, several men from a near distance away started strutting toward me.

In a trice, my heart lurched. As though a light bulb had gone off in my head, I anxiously looked at the approaching men, my heart pounding wildly.

“What are you doing, Emma? Get them away from me!”

I struggled with all my might even as I fearfully eyed the men who were drawing closer to me. By then, I was already a touch incoherent.

“Don't you like seducing men? Let them all enjoy themselves today, then. Anna, I'm going to destroy your reputation so that you'll never again be able to show your face before Michael for the rest of your days!”

That utterance of hers verified the assumption playing in my mind, and the trepidation within me snowballed.

At that moment, those sleazy-looking men were mere steps away from me. I frantically darted my eyes at Emma, still harboring a shred of hope within me.