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EMILY’S POV.
I trudged on the road like a lifeless being. It had been too much shock for me to handle all at once.
The gentle night breeze blew strands of my hair softly across my face, but I didn’t even bother brushing them away. I couldn’t feel my heart beating. It felt like it had stopped beating.
What did I want to do? Did I wish to cry? Run? Curse, and scream?
Everything about the night had been traumatizing…
John’s Uncle, smashing the heirloom John was so protective of, becoming entrapped by him, and being treated like trash…
At first, he had been so hurtful by telling me cheating was what every man did. He didn’t even sound genuine with his apology. He had sounded like I was overreacting.
Then the stranger I had slept with had walked in, and he had turned out to be John’s
