My Great Escape Led Me to You (Emily Blair) novel Chapter 334

Emily Blair stared blankly at the hem of Isabella Austin’s dress, lost in her thoughts for several minutes before finally snapping back to reality.

By then, Andrew Lane and Isabella had already left; the hospital room door was closed, leaving no trace they’d ever been there at all.

That dress Isabella wore was the very same one Emily had coveted for ages in her past life. She’d even put it in her shopping cart, planning to ask Andrew’s assistant to buy it for her.

But life has a way of pulling the rug out from under you. Everything changed so suddenly.

The dress she’d wanted for so long—no one was going to buy it for her now, and she certainly couldn’t afford it herself anymore.

Isabella wore it with ease, and the man Emily had secretly loved for years was now Isabella’s, with a child of theirs already on the way.

It wasn’t that Emily had no money at all; she just had to plan every cent, never daring to spend hundreds on something as frivolous as a dress.

Andrew had withdrawn all the affection he once lavished on her, leaving nothing behind.

It was only after witnessing how Andrew doted on Isabella that Emily realized how little she’d ever truly received. What she had thought was special treatment was barely a fraction of what Isabella got.

In truth, it wasn’t favoritism. It was charity.

She still remembered his words: “Don’t project your disgusting, misplaced feelings onto me.”

Emily used to imagine—if only she’d never fallen for Andrew, or if she’d hidden her feelings better, kept them locked away so no one would ever know—maybe things wouldn’t have changed. Maybe their relationship wouldn’t have soured like this.

Maybe, they could’ve just been ordinary siblings, and she could have politely called Isabella by her first name, like nothing was amiss.

She’d daydreamed about that once, but Andrew and Isabella had shattered that fantasy themselves.

She’d pleaded with Isabella one day, “Andrew and I are just siblings. Is that really so wrong?”

And that was exactly what Emily had been thinking.

Then Isabella delivered the final blow—not with words, but with the sheer force of her conviction.

She laughed, soft and sweet, her voice almost teasing. “Did you know? I told Andrew all about these feelings of mine ages ago. Want to guess what he said?”

Emily’s eyes widened, her heart pounding as Isabella enunciated every word: “Andrew said, ‘Anything you want. I’ll do whatever you ask. As long as it’s what you want, I’ll make it happen.’”

“He listens to me so well.”

Isabella covered her mouth with her hand, laughing as she looked at Emily with a gaze that was both pitying and proud.

Only then did Emily realize just how deep Andrew’s indulgence for Isabella ran—how it had destroyed every last one of her naive hopes.