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 ...