Riley’s pov
The car ride home felt like an eternity. I sat stiffly in the backseat, staring blankly out of the window as the scenery blurred past. My thoughts churned violently, each one more overwhelming than the last. Suspended. Humiliated. My marriage..a day old.. already felt like a fragile vase teetering on the edge of a table. And then there was Emma. Just thinking about the fight we had earlier, made my chest ache. My best friend was the only person I could trust and talk to, and now even that bond seemed fractured beyond repair.
How did everything fall apart so quickly? Yesterday, I stood at the altar, telling myself that this marriage would be my fresh start, a way to finally carve a place for myself in this cruel world. But now? I felt like I was sinking into quicksand, unable
