My Cheating Mate
My Cheating Mate
Emma pov
The words on the page blurred together for the third time in as many minutes. I wasn't really reading anymore—just staring at the same paragraph, my mind replaying the same circular thoughts I'd been having for weeks.
I love him.
He hurt me.
I love him.
He betrayed me.
I love him.
But is love enough?
Jeremy shifted in his sleep, a small sound of discomfort escaping his lips. Without thinking, I reached over and adjusted his pillow, smoothing the blanket across his chest. His face relaxed, the lines of pain easing.