211: MCIW 022: DISASTER

MCIW 022: DISASTER

Miss Hamilton was gone and yet I was still on my feet shaking from shock and utter disbelief. I didn't expect the situation to escalate from bad to worse. Just reliving what took place moments ago sent shivers down my spine. 0

The ugly mask of rage I saw lit her face up told me that if she's holding a gun she could have shot me in the head and feel no remorse afterwards. Not that I could make an excuse to defend myself, I knew all too well that I deserve to get punished after the ruination she went through alone because of my ploy. 

My strength escaped my body and I slumped on the sofa still in daze. Perhaps Miss Hamilton was right, I told myself with reluctant resignation, I'd been a terrific lightskirt, villainous bitch and that set of adjectives wasn't even enough to sum up my unholy bitchiness that sent countless lives to their doom. 

I was still there on the sofa contemplating my disastrous life when an urgent knock sounded on the door. Then a few seconds later it opened and Thompson entered, wiping beads of sweat on his temples with a handkerchief in his hands.

His trembling fingers didn't escape my observant eyes. "Thompson, is there a problem?" I asked as I rose from the sofa. I didn't move, I just stood there because I couldn't walk without my crutches on. 

"Er, you have a visitor." Thompson replied, betraying no emotion on his face but his action clearly expressed his agitation. 

Again? I made an inward protest and brushed my fingers on my hair in exasperation. Calming myself down, I took a deep breath and returned my gaze to the butler. 

"Please let my visi—" 

I wasn't even finished with my words when the door flung open then a woman unceremoniously barged in. 

Thompson hurriedly escaped from the door as if he sensed the impending war. 

I shifted my attention to my visitor. She's an attractive woman around the age of mid twenties, perhaps the same age as me with shoulder length brunette hair and distinct facial features. The woman was the type anyone would look at twice. 

"Allow me to introduce myself Mrs. Alexander " She spoke suddenly, shattering my intent analysis of her physical appearance. I shifted my attention to her eyes and gasped at the amount of disgust I saw. "I am Emery, Brix's wife, the man you ran away with who was instantly killed by the accident." 

I stared at her in pure disbelief. Her words gave me a shock that I felt as if I'd been forcefully punched in the face. My world collapsed at my feet as her statement finally sank in my head. 

I swallowed hard then opened my mouth to speak but no words emerged from my lips. The Confrontation with Miss Hamilton was unimaginably worse but no one warned me my second encounter with a scorned wife was tenfold worse. To describe it in a clear manner, it was a disaster. 

Emery was calm and composed as she stood in front of me with her chin up and spine as straight as a Queen. But behind the surface she was a perilous volcano threatening to erupt into a full blown rupture. 

The dangerous glint of inescapable fury upon her brown eyes didn't escape my observant eyes. I know if I weren't careful, such hatred would befall upon me before I could even prepare myself. 

"I just want to pay a visit to my dead husband's mistress just to make sure she is recovering well to assure myself she's ready to take all my wrath. " She said in a firm, cold tone layered with glaciers. 

The words had a direct hit in my heart. It hurts but I couldn't blame anyone for the lashing insults I have to suffer since I was the one who started it all. 

"Though I wished that you had died a miserable death from the accident since a home wrecker like you doesn't deserve to live, I realized it's better you are to live so you could taste the bitter revenge of a scorned wife." Emery stressed each word with unquestionable determination as her eyes pierced through mine. 

Too lost for words, I haven't spoken a word. Only the urgent knock on the door saved me. 

Emery's eyes and so my own shifted on the door. It opened and Thompson got in. "Pardon my intrusion again but you have another visitor." He announced, this time his face had gone paler than a few minutes ago. 

"A visitor again?" I asked, forehead scrunched in frustration. 

"A man." He replied. 

"Did he introduce himself?" I asked and captured as reluctance crossed his weary, tired eyes. 

"No, Er—he just said he was your lover." 

Before I could even object, Thompson had gone out of the door to let my visitor in. 

Good Lord, I made an inward groan wondering why I let myself into this situation.

At the corner of my eyes, I saw Emery looking at me from head to toe with an arrogant smirk on her face. I paid her no attention and focused my attention on the door. 

A few seconds later it opened and a man dressed in an elegant suit got in. He was tall and muscular but not as muscular as my husband. He was good looking but not as appealing as Lucas. 

Knowing his assistance was no longer required, Thompson fled out the door and closed it behind him before the real battle could even begin. 

"Alexandria honey." 

The man slowly made his way towards my direction but suddenly he stopped as he realized we weren't alone. 

Emery's eyes widened in shock as she recognized the man. The arrogant smirk on her face quickly disappeared as her eyes came in contact with his gaze. "C-Clifford?" She gasped and suddenly went pale in disbelief. The man she called Clifford paled under his skin too. 

This is not good. I told myself and took a step backward but the sofa behind my back hindered my movement. 

"Lover?" Emery said bitterly, her voice rising several octaves. Slowly she turned towards my direction. Her eyes screaming bloody murder.

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