Unrepairable Love
Chapter 633
Soon, a familiar figure appeared at the top of the stairs. Elizabeth looked up and saw it was Esme. Esme was wearing a white dress with a thick coat over it and a pair of leather boots. She looked to be in good spirits. She slowly walked towards Elizabeth and sat down across from her. A waiter brought over a latte, and Elizabeth asked Esme, “The usual, latte?” Back in college, she always ordered a latte for Esme because it was Esme's favorite.
“You actually agreed to see me,” Esme said, a bit surprised. Her tone was very calm, and there was no expression on her face. Ever since that incident, it seemed like she had lost her soul. Elizabeth took a sip of her coffee, looked up at her, and smiled. “You know you’re not very likable, right?”
Esme remained silent, staring intently at Elizabeth, as if trying to see through her. Esme even thought, if she had a knife in her hand, where would be the best place to start with Elizabeth?
“Stop staring,” Elizabeth said, putting down her coffee. “We’ve been looking at each other for years.”
Esme stopped looking. “Why did you want to see me? What do you want to say?” Elizabeth asked.
She thought to herself, ‘If it was an apology, she wouldn’t forgive her. Of course, someone like Esme wouldn’t apologize.’
Esme gripped her cup tightly, looking out the window, and said, “I’m jealous of you.”
“Esme, you just don’t know how to be content,” Elizabeth said, smiling bitterly. “You have such a good family and looks, what is there to be jealous of me for?”
Esme’s life could have been brilliant, but it wasn’t. She had made a mess of it.
“Content? People naturally have great ambitions,” Esme retorted. “If you become content too early, how can you live your life? Besides,” she looked at Elizabeth, her voice cold, “you weren’t willing to give up Alexander, were you? You also have a good family and looks; why do you insist on holding onto Alexander?” She clenched her fists, her words filled with doubt and emotion.
Elizabeth felt helpless that the conversation was still about Alexander. “I’ve already divorced him and let you be with him,” she said. “But it was you who didn’t handle it well; what does that have to do with me?”
“Elizabeth! It’s all your fault!” Esme slammed the table, clearly losing control of her emotions. She thought Elizabeth should just die. If Elizabeth died, no one would be there to prove anything to Alexander!
Chapter 633
Then, Esme could say whatever she wanted. But what made her even angrier was that she was so close to succeeding. Alexander and Elizabeth had been entangled for so long, and they even got divorced. But Esme was exposed. That was the closest Esme had ever been to becoming Alexander’s wife. She bit her lip, feeling heartbroken.
“Esme,” Elizabeth called her name. Esme didn’t want to hear Elizabeth’s voice at all. She cursed, “Elizabeth, it’s all your fault!” She was losing control, and Elizabeth could see it.
“Do you feel wronged?” Elizabeth asked, her eyes questioning. “I’ve been impersonated by you for so many years, had so many things that should have been mine taken away by you—shouldn’t I be the one feeling wronged? If it weren’t for you pretending to save Alexander, he would have fallen in love with me.”
Esme shouted, “He never would have!”
She even thought that the only reason Alexander didn’t like her now was because she had deceived him. She didn’t believe that after three years of entanglement, Alexander didn’t like her at all. Hadn’t she made Alexander like her even a little bit? This was something Esme couldn’t understand no matter what!