Chapter 8 Met James at a Matchmaking Banquet
As soon as she finished talking, Emily's tears started streaming down her face.
This was the guy she used to love more than anything.
She had already let go like he wanted, and she hadn't bothered his precious Sophia. So why did he still have to humiliate her in the most awful way possible.
"Bastard?" James wiped his mouth, looked at the blood on his fingers, and sneered, "Since I'm a bastard, why did you have my grandmother force me to marry you in the first place? Do you love marrying a bastard so much, letting a bastard screw you every day? Now that I'm ready to screw you, why are you resisting? Shouldn't you just lie down and enjoy it?"
"It wasn't me who made your grandmother force you to marry me!" Emily shot back.
It really wasn't her.
Even though James had been cold to her, she had always tried to win his favor and had never thought of using forced marriage as a method.
James sneered, clearly not buying it.
Emily didn't want to argue with him about this anymore. "Fine, let's say I did force it back then. I was stupid and misjudged you, okay? Who hasn't fallen for a jerk when they were young? I've changed now, isn't that enough?"
Emily looked at James with red eyes, trying hard to hold back her tears. "James, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have loved you and shouldn't have had any expectations for you. I've changed now. I don't love you anymore. Can you let me go?"
After saying that, Emily picked up her torn clothes from the floor and left barefoot.
In the bathroom, James stood there for a long time.
Thinking about her last words and the tears in her eyes, James let out a bitter laugh. "Emily, between the two of us, who is really the jerk?! Emily, am I really the one who wronged you? Clearly, you wronged and abandoned me first!"
Emily clutched her chest in panic as she left the room.
She had planned to go straight to find Harper, but that jerk James had torn her tight camisole, and her large breasts were spilling out of her clothes. No matter how hard she tried to pull, the torn clothes couldn't cover them.
Luckily, this place was the Galaxy Club, a hangout for many wealthy families.
To avoid awkward situations, many people had their own rooms here, stocked with various types of clothing.
The Johnson family had such a room here.
Emily did her best to avoid people as she passed by, narrowly escaping being seen multiple times before finally reaching her room.
Emily cleaned herself up and changed into clean clothes before coming out.
As she stepped out of the elevator, she saw Harper anxiously looking for her. "Emily, are you okay? James didn't bully you, did he?"
How was she?
Her body was in great discomfort.
When James was humiliating her, he had inserted his finger into her vagina. Although he didn't break her hymen, the sudden intrusion into a place untouched for over twenty years caused her great pain.
"Emily, why did you change your clothes? What did James do to you?" Harper was even more worried.
"I'm fine." Emily rubbed her red eyes, holding back her tears. "That jerk James didn't get any advantage. I almost bit his tongue off. Come on, let's go somewhere else to have fun. Tonight, we won't go home until we're drunk!"
Emily had changed all her clothes and said she almost bit James's tongue off.
Harper didn't dare to imagine what had happened between them during the time Emily was missing.
But since Emily didn't want to talk about it, Harper didn't ask further.
If Emily wanted to drink, she would drink with her.
"James, president of the Smith Group, and Sophia Brown of the prominent Brown family, were seen leaving a villa together this morning. There is speculation that wedding bells may soon be ringing."
As Emily and Harper walked out of the Galaxy Club, they heard the news about James being broadcasted on a large outdoor screen.
They both looked up and saw James tenderly holding Sophia's slim waist, with Sophia leaning gently against him.
Emily couldn't help but laugh coldly.
She had just signed the divorce papers yesterday, and today James couldn't wait to announce Sophia to the world.
It would've been fine if he just announced it; she didn't see him as her husband anymore anyway. But why did he have to tear her clothes and kiss her, even shoving his tongue in her mouth, just to humiliate her?
Didn't he find this kind of humiliation gross?
Or did he think she was some woman anyone could mess with, so as her ex-husband, he could bully her however he wanted?
When she was his wife, he ignored her.
Now that she was no longer his wife and wanted to find her own happiness, he treated her like a prostitute, playing with her when he wanted and discarding her when he didn't.
James had always been ruthless to her!
Emily once again slept until three in the afternoon.
She shook her head, aching from the hangover, and walked downstairs in her pajamas.
Isabella smiled, holding an invitation. "Emily, I took care of what you asked me to. Come down and eat something, and then get ready for the evening banquet."
Emily thought, 'What I asked you to do? What banquet? What is all this?'
She looked confused.
Isabella stared at her. "Emily, don't tell me you forgot. Last night you were crying and begging me to arrange a matchmaking banquet for you?"
Last night, because of the public announcement about James and Sophia, she and Harper drank until dawn at the bar. When she came back, she cried and shouted that she would never love James again and wanted to find a better man to marry, asking Isabella to arrange a matchmaking banquet.
Emily touched her face. If she hadn't been drunk, she would never have done such a thing.
She didn't want to find a man to marry right now; she just wanted to enjoy herself.
"Emily, are you regretting it? Or is it that you still can't let go of James?" Isabella asked, staring into her eyes.
Isabella feared Emily's regrets were due to lingering feelings for James. She couldn't bear to see her daughter hurt by James again.
"I'm not regretting it, and I definitely have let go of James. I'll go," Emily said immediately.
The matchmaking banquet Isabella arranged for Emily wasn't the typical one-on-one kind but a large gathering.
At the banquet, if Emily saw someone she liked, she could talk to them. If not, she could treat it as a regular party and look elsewhere later.
As night fell, Emily appeared at the banquet in a deep blue V-neck mermaid dress and several-inch high heels.
The fitted dress highlighted her perfect figure, and the V-neck revealed the bright red petals of a Spider Lily.
As she walked, her swaying figure and the hint of red in her cleavage made her look seductive.
Her appearance immediately drew the attention of countless men.
"Who is she? I've never seen her before."
"She looks familiar. I must have seen her somewhere, but I can't remember where."
"Emily? Are you Emily?" A tall man with blonde hair and blue eyes, standing six feet tall, approached Emily.
Emily turned and, seeing the man's face, exclaimed in surprise, "David Jones?"
David was a friend she had met one year while skiing.
David had had an accident, falling headfirst into a snow pit under a tree and getting stuck, almost dying there. Emily had found him and dug him out of the snow pit.
She was essentially David's savior.
"Emily, I didn't expect to see you here. You look more beautiful than ever. I almost didn't recognize you." David said as he bent down to kiss the back of Emily's hand.
Emily smiled and started chatting with David.
Hearing the name "Emily," others suddenly remembered who she was, though most found it hard to connect her with the 'Emily' they had in mind.
"Emily used to be such an elegant woman, and now she's going for a sexy look."
"Her figure is really amazing. No woman here can compare to her."
"I think she's looking for a marriage partner, which is why she's being so high-profile now."
James arrived at the banquet with Sophia just in time to hear this.
The name 'Emily' triggered something in James, and he immediately scanned the room, spotting Emily almost pressed against David.
In reality, Emily and David were maintaining a normal social distance, not very close, but from James's view, they seemed almost glued together.