***Emma's POV***
I stared at the door long after Daniel walked out. Honestly I don't know how to feel anymore. On one hand, part of me has already given up on him, on trying to make him see me, love me, or even acknowledge my existence. But on the other hand, there's this unsettling dread inside that fears being alone.
For five years, I had poured everything into this marriage. I woke up early to prepare his meals, hand-washed his favorite shirts because the washing machine was "too rough" and also personally delivered his lunch to the office almost every day.
Yet I was barely acknowledged. He had never taken me out for a proper dinner date, not even on our anniversaries. The only time we ever spent time together was when we visited his father.
Thinking about Mr Brooks, I realised I
