“I love you, I love you, I love you…”
Those three words became the key to rekindling their romance, but also the irreparable chasm that lay between them.
*Evan, I’m giving you one last chance. Consider it a final gift to the girl I was eleven years ago.*
As Emma thought this, a wave of sadness washed over her entire heart.
Could she really give him another chance?
No. Her chances were already gone.
On the drive back to the city, Evan was in high spirits, playing familiar music through the car’s speakers.
Emma opened her phone and saw that news of her interview from the previous night had become the number one trending topic.
She clicked on it and saw that netizens were completely divided.
One side praised her for being classy, while the other called her a spineless doormat.
[As a wife, stepping up to defend her husband in a crisis like this without hesitation… honestly, that’s classy. You don’t air your dirty laundry in public.]
[I don’t know about classy, I just think it’s pathetic. Her husband cheated on her, and she can still act like nothing happened, go on camera, and say she trusts him. She’s just hopelessly in love.]
Below, some comments defended her, while others piled on with criticism.
Emma locked her phone, turning to look out the window with a cold, indifferent expression.
She could hear Evan talking beside her. “Once things calm down at work, I’ll take you back to Riverside Millford for the holidays. It’s been years since you’ve been back.”
“Mmm, whatever you think.”
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