Michael’s pov
The silence of my empty home was deafening. Every corner of the house felt hollow, each room a reminder of what I'd lost. Emma's departure had left a void I couldn't fill. Shame washed over me when I thought about the moment she caught Jessica and me. My excuses were pitiful, and I knew it.
David's words haunted me. His harsh truths about my intentions with Emma left me feeling vulnerable. I couldn't refute him. Emma deserved better, and I had failed her.
That night, after Emma packed her suitcase, she spent the night in the guest room. I couldn't sleep. The bed felt too big, too cold without her. I stared at the ceiling, replaying the day's events over and over.
In the morning, I watched as Emma walked out with her suitcase. I begged her to stay, pleaded for another chan
