Hurt unlike any I’ve ever felt before floods my chest. I clasp a hand above it, heaving. Emerson notices and frowns.

“Are you okay, Anna?”

“W-Why do you have a girl’s panties on your settee?”

For a split second, he blanks out. As he struggles to recover, I see the guilt pooling in the depths of his eyes. “Um,” he glances at the panties, then back at me. “Listen... it’s not what you think.”

“I can’t believe this,” I croak, close to tears. “You’ve been cheating? Behind me? After everything...”

“No, you don’t understand. Those...those are not...they belong to Daniel’s girl. The, um, the girl he banged last night...hey, where...