Lydia pov.
I was deeply shocked and struggled to accept the harsh reality unfolding before me. My heart ached as I witnessed John's betrayal, engaging in an intimate encounter with another person.
Suddenly, they noticed my presence, and John hastily stood up. My gaze shifted to the frightened girl, her tear-filled eyes mirroring her fear. Without a moment's hesitation, she fled from the room in distress.
I stood there, my eyes locked onto John, my mind racing for words to articulate my disbelief. Could this truly be the person my mother expected me to marry?
After what felt like an eternity of silence and exchanged glances, I slowly turned away, intending to escape the painful scene. But John seized my arm, preventing my departure, and firmly shut the door behind us.
I met his gaze wi
