EMILY’S POV.

I left John’s house after he said all he wanted to, and stopped at a café, to drink a little coffee. I didn’t know what next to do.

Maybe I really had to move in because I couldn’t see myself begging John. My pride would never allow it. What made matters worse was that we were going to move to the family house. Had it been it were at his house, then I didn’t have to see anyone.

The only time I’d see him would be when I was working. After that, I’d stay in other places he didn’t frequent, but at the main building, it was going...