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EMILY’S POV.
I wiped my wet eyes, not wanting the nasty tears to fall, or for John to see them. It would be embarrassing, and I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction he craved.
“I think you should go alone.” I said, wrapping my scarf closer around me.
“Why?”
“I think I’m having stomach ache. It hurts too much to keep walking. I’ll be in the car.” I said, and began to walk away.
He wouldn’t force me to continue with his stupid business idea when my stomach was aching, would he? No way.
I got back to the warm car, and leaned backwards in the car seat. If I had married John, would none of the bad things I went through still occur? I didn’t think so, but one thing was sure: Lucas would still come, and I’d find myself attracted to him, then John would start showing his true colors
