Scarlett spent the night tossing and turning, only this time, her lack of sleep didn’t stem from the fact that it was too quiet, because she could clearly hear Emily’s cackling all the way down the hall. She didn’t hear Wade, so she didn’t know what he was saying or doing that was so funny.
She wiped at the occasional teardrop that fell from her eyes, the ache in her heart was unbearable, she didn’t think that she was mourning Wade; she didn’t care about him enough to do that. Or maybe she did, but didn’t want to admit it to herself. But even if this wasn’t a real marriage, it still hurt to watch her husband act the way he did, especially when she thought they were becoming friends, but of course, that was all her fault for letting her guard down again.
Her heart ached at the thought
