Chapter 3: Ex-Fiancé

Chapter 3: Ex-Fiancé

Three days passed in the blink of an eye.

During this time, Emma Roberts didn't go to school, spending most of her time sleeping and organizing her memories from her past life.

Just like before, Logan Black hadn't shown up for three days. The servants in the house were all busy with their own tasks, rarely speaking to her and avoiding eye contact.

The huge house felt like a tomb.

Emma changed out of her nightgown and glanced at the clock before heading downstairs to the garden.

The moonlight tonight was beautiful, and the cool breeze made the golden cage she once despised feel a bit less suffocating.

In fact, this garden was beautifully designed. Logan had personally overseen its creation, hiring the world's top architectural team, and it took five years to complete in the prime location of the capital.

Unfortunately, in her previous life, she never appreciated it. She only saw it as a prison and wanted to destroy it completly.

Looking around, she could see the burned plants, the deliberately cut flower beds, and the polluted pond—all her "masterpieces."

"Emma—"

A familiar voice suddenly broke the silence of the night.

Emma turned her gaze from a withered rose towards the direction of the voice.

In the dim light, a man stood there in an expensive, tailored suit, his features deep and handsome, exuding an air of elegance.

She had to admit, Ethan Walker had the charm to make her fall head over heels.

But compared to Logan Black, he seemed rather plain.

Ethan stood a few steps away, his brow furrowing slightly as he looked at her.

Emma noticed his subtle reaction and glanced down at her outfit.

She was still dressed in her heavy metal attire, with dramatic makeup that was designed to shock.

Her wardrobe had no normal clothes, so she maintained her previous look to avoid suspicion by changing too drastically too soon.

Ethan's gaze was cold and disappointed. "Emma! How could you degrade yourself like this, letting someone else ruin you!"

Degrade herself?

Emma pondered those words, feeling a bitter sense of irony.

In her past life, she devoted her heart to him, even making herself look hideous to preserve her chastity.

And all she got in return was him accusing her of degrading herself.

She knew Samantha Green hadn't spoken well of her to Ethan, but if he had any affection for her, he wouldn't believe Samantha's words so easily.

After all, Samantha was her best friend and often visited her. It was clear that she had secretly let Ethan in.

Thinking of this, Emma was about to speak when a chill ran down her spine.

Logan Black...

He was nearby!

She could almost instinctively sense his presence.

In her past life, she had no idea that Samantha had betrayed her, and Logan had been watching from the shadows, witnessing her attempt to run away with Ethan, which became the start of all her nightmares...

Emma took a deep breath, forcing herself to ignore Logan's presence. She looked at Ethan with a cold smile, "In what capacity are you questioning me now? My ex-fiancé? Or... my cousin's husband?"

Ethan's face darkened at her sarcastic retort. "Emma, I know you resent me, but I had no choice. No matter what, I'm partly responsible for you ending up like this. Come with me now, and I'll take you out of the capital!"

Emma's eyes hardened. "And where would you take me, Ethan? To live as your hidden mistress while you play the dutiful husband to my cousin?"

He stiffened, unable to meet her gaze. "It's not like that, Emma. You don't understand the pressure I'm under. If you come with me, we can start over somewhere new, away from all this."

A bitter laugh escaped her lips. "Start over? Ethan, the moment I run away with you, Logan will hunt us down. He'll make sure we both suffer. Do you think I haven't learned anything from my past? I'm not the naive girl you used to know."

Ethan stepped closer, desperation in his eyes. "Emma, please. We'll find a way. I can't leave you here to be destroyed by him."

She shook her head, stepping back. "You're too late, Ethan. Your concern now means nothing. I've become a pawn in this twisted game, but this time, I intend to become the player."

Ethan reached out, his hand trembling. "Don't do this. Don't let him win."

Emma squared her shoulders, a steely resolve in her eyes. "I'm not letting him win, Ethan. I'm ensuring my own survival. You should worry about your own. Now, leave before I change my mind."

Ethan hesitated for a moment, but then turned and walked away, his shoulders slumped in defeat.

As he disappeared into the night, Emma felt Logan's presence draw even closer, his shadow looming over her like an impending storm. She refused to look around; she didn't need to see him to know he was there. She could feel the intensity of his gaze, the silent, consuming control he exerted over her life.

She clenched her fists, her knuckles whitening. If she was to survive this ordeal, she needed to play the roles they expected of her while secretly building her strength. Each interaction, each manipulated move would be a step leading her closer to freedom. She had to outwit Logan, use his own tactics against him.

The night was far from over, and Emma knew that she had a difficult path ahead. But no matter the obstacles, she vowed to reclaim her life and exact justice on those who had wronged her.

Returning inside, she took a final glance at the peaceful garden. What looked like serenity to others was, to her, a battlefield waiting for the right moment to unleash chaos.

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