Emily's POV The motel room was far too small. Paint came off parts of the walls. The ceiling light blinked once in a while, and a wet smell stuck around the small room.I sat on the side of bed, looking at a suitcase that was the one thing left from my past life.Some weeks back, I was living in a big house. I had a room that was large, helpers, and the name o͏f Robert's wife.Now, I had to add up every buck just to check if I could pay for this motel room for some more days.A bitter laugh escaped me.Everything was gone.Robert had split from me. Rachel did not like me. The home was not mine now.What made me the most mad was that no one tried to hold on to me.Not one.It was as if I had never mattered.My hands clenched tightly on my knees."They're all hypocrites."My voice was barely a whispe
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