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EMILY’S POV.
Nothing… Nothing…
The way he had casually said it made me feel like a fool. The fool for loving him, for being with him. All those moments had been fake.
How could a person act so well? How could he have fooled me so well that I didn’t even know about it?
It was unfair.
It felt like my heart was being pricked horribly by a needle—like it was being cut mercilessly by a surgeon’s scalpel.
I had never hated John more at that moment. To think that I had almost married a man like that was sickening.
He and his family were alike. Rude, arrogant—only doing the things they wanted, without caring if it was wrong or right, or if they were hurting others. But then, what did I expect? Did I expect him to say it meant something to him?
Or that those times were his best times? W
