Emelia’s POV
Silence suffocated the air. All eyes were on me, but I was staring at the man I called husband. Indeed, I had thought so much of him and given him too much credit. In a way, I had thought it was for my good, but then I realized he had married me to spite his son.
A son he had buried, and he acted according to the script, fully aware he was never dead.
I suddenly felt cheated and used.
“How long?” I found myself asking. Not that I wanted to know, but in a way, I needed some sort of explanation. I felt cheated, used, and dumb in just a few seconds.
“How long what, Emilia? You knew!” Amalia choked from the dining area. “You both knew and still you married him?”
Amalia’s voice was cold, every word stressed like a death sentence. Indeed, I had known, and I found out in the m
