EMMA'S POV
I sat alone at the dinner table, the knife trembling in my hand as I sliced into the steak on my plate. My head was lowered, as tears clouded my eyes.
It hurt. Him leaving hurt. Did he even care about how I felt? Did he love her more than me? Enough to leave our anniversary dinner for her.
My chest felt tight, my throat burned, but I blinked hard to stop the tears. I shouldn't be crying for a man who didn't know my worth, but this was the man I loved more than anything in this world.
I bit down hard on the steak to distract myself from crying but it didn't help. The steak tasted sour in my mouth just like my mood. Time and again, I had swallowed my emotions, buried them so deep that even I wasn’t sure where they ended up. But tonight, something was different.
I couldn't just let him go, right?
I set the knife and fork down carefully, staring at them for a moment as if they might hold the answers to all the questions popping up in my head. My hands were shaking. My heart
