~Emily's POV~When the call with Mum ended, I just sat there staring at my phone for a long minute. Her voice still echoed in my head — soft, worried, and tired. I hated lying to her. But what was I supposed to say? Hey Mum, I married the wrong man? No, there was never a right time for that conversation.I sighed, tossed the phone aside, and went straight to the bathroom. Maybe a bath would wash the guilt off.The warm water was comforting at first, then not. My mind refused to stay still — drifting between Mum’s questions, Alex’s silence, and Ethan’s ghost that still lingered somewhere inside me. By the time I was done, I’d convinced myself that I looked calm enough to pretend everything was fine.When I got to the dining room, Alex was already there.He was sitting at the far end of the table, legs crossed, reading an actual newspaper. A newspaper. I couldn’t help but roll my eyes a little. Who even did that anymore? The faint rustle of the pages was the only sound in the room, unti
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