Chapter 103
Chapter 103
103 Revelations Unfold
Throughout their union, Alex kept a frosty distance from Emma, never showing more warmth than a
chilly autumn evening. His inquiries about her day were as rare as a desert rain, and he turned a deaf
ear to the whispers of her struggles within the family. He justified his indifference, convinced she
deserved it for her calculated entry into his life
Yet, as the final chapter of their marriage closed, Alex began to wrestle with doubts. He knew better
than anyone the true colors of their union. Alex had approached him with an offer of assistance, not
desperation. But the narrative twisted her into a damsel in distress, a far cry from reality.
In Alex’s view, Emma was well–intentioned but clumsy in execution. He kept her at a distance, using
her for his advantage but never more. She left their marriage without a fuss or financial demand, which
he initially dismissed as another ploy. But Lillian’s recent outburst forced him to rethink.
Emma, confronting her past with Alex, didn’t mince words. “You watched me suffer at the hands of your
family, did nothing, and now you’re upset with the truth? Our marriage was no fairy tale, and I won’t be
silenced anymore.”
“When we married, it was as much your escape as it was mine. I left with my head held high, and I’ll
stand my ground now,” Emma declared, her voice a calm yet forceful stream. “And if you can’t rein in
your sister’s venomous tongue, I’ll ensure someone teaches her a lesson.”
Alex’s family, the Gunthers, were a name to reckon with, having risen from the brink of ruin under his
leadership. But Lillian’s unbridled outbursts were not in line with their legacy.
With a Heavy sigh, Alex saw Lillian in a new light, recognizing her actions as unacceptable.
“Fly back overseas tomorrow. I’ll have someone watch over you. Your antics need to stop,” he
instructed sternly.
Lillian, stung by his rebuke, shot back, “You think I’m the embarrassment? You stood by, watching
Emma suffer, complicit in our actions. Why are you pointing fingers at me now?”
Their argument escalated, turning into a spectacle for the media vultures circling for a story. Reporters
captured every word, ready to plaster it across headlines.
Alex, consumed by anger, had never intended harm towards Emma; it was his family’s twisted
narrative. “I married without intentions of divorce. But how did you fan the flames? Shall I lay it all out?”
His patience with Emma, eroded by Lillian and Bella’s malicious whispers in time past, had reached its
end. He now saw the folly of their deceit.
Emma, weary of the family drama, noticed Wayne navigating through the crowd. She quietly excused
herself, ascending the grand staircase.
As she climbed, the room buzzed with anticipation. The start of the birthday celebration was imminent. Property of Nô)(velDr(a)ma.Org.
Jada and Viola, casting a glance at the feuding siblings, remarked, “This is a celebration,
not a battleground,” before distancing themselves from the chaos.
Alex’s tolerance for Lillian had evaporated. “Tomorrow, you leave. No more allowances. Don’t think of
returning,” he declared. Family ties were secondary to his business principles.
Lillian, trembling under Alex’s gaze, was shocked by his harshness. Fearing exile, she remained
silent.
Wayne, descending the staircase, announced warmly, “Thank you for joining us for my sister’s birthday.
As the heir to the Smirnoff family, I present to you–Emma.”
The room fell silent as Maxwell led someone by the hand. It was Emma, her identity a revelation to
many, especially Alex and Lillian, who watched in utter disbelief.
Emma, once perceived as distant as the moon, now stood radiant, her true status as the cherished
Smirnoff heiress unveiled.