[Emma, I’m sorry. I was wrong earlier. I shouldn’t have hit you. Please don’t be mad. Come back... it’s cold outside.]
His message stung, but I couldn’t help but feel a cold resolve setting in.
Emma's POV
I scoffed and quickly typed a reply: [No need, I’m staying at a hotel tonight.]
It didn’t take long for Jason to respond.
[Emma, don’t make a scene. What hotel are you staying at so late? Be a good girl and come back.]
I paused for a moment, but with all the resolve I had left, I typed: [Jason, let’s break up.]
The wedding was just a month away. Invitations had already gone out, the photos had already been taken, the banquet had been booked, and everything was set. I was just waiting to become a bride.
Now, it all felt like a cruel joke.
Out of nowhere, a black Maybach pulled up in front of me. The window slowly rolled down, revealing a familiar face.
It was Chase.
He quickly stepped out, his face etched with concern. "Emma, are you okay? That jerk Jason, how could he hit you?"
As he spoke, he removed his coat and draped it over my shoulders.
The faint scent of his cologne—something unfamiliar but comforting—brought a small amount of peace to my shattered heart.