Emily's POV
I slowly open my eyes, greeted by the soft morning light filtering through the curtains, casting a gentle glow across the room. My chest feels heavy as the memories of last night come flooding back, each one more painful than the last.
I lie still for a moment, the weight of the morning pressing down on me like a physical burden. It feels like I’m drowning, suffocated by a blanket of dread that wraps itself around me, cold and unrelenting. The events of last night play out in my mind like a cruel film reel, every scene a fresh wound, every image a reminder of Marco’s betrayal.
How could he do this to me?
The question echoes in my mind over and over, but there are no answers. Just the crushing weight of disappointment. I trusted him. I believed in our love. Now all I’m left
