Emily’s POV
I couldn’t shake the pain. It was a dull ache at first, a low thrum in my chest, but the more I thought about what had happened, the more it twisted.
Ethan... How could he? How could he think of me like that?
How could he make me feel like I was nothing more than some commodity, something that could be bought and sold with a few words and a couple of zeros attached to his bank account?
The sting of his betrayal hurt more than anything physical could. I couldn’t even look at myself in the mirror without wondering: was that how little I meant to him?
I shifted uncomfortably in the back of the cab, staring out of the window at the blurry streetlights passing by.
The cool night air filtered through the slightly cracked window, but it didn’t bring any relief. I felt suffoc
