The very next day Emily had woke up at nine in the morning. She could feel the pillow prints on her cheek and her mouth felt dry. She cleared her throat and looked around the room she was sleeping in.
She blinked her eyes to get rid of the sleep and slightly rubbed them when it hit her, everything from the last night. She hoped that it was a dream. That nothing happened from the last night and she was just creating things in her head but when she looked beside her and did not find her husband she knew that it was the reality. He really said those words to her.
Emily walked towards the walk-in closet and took a close look at herself. She looked wrecked and not in the good kind, her cheeks were blotched and her mascara was spread. Because of biting her lips to stifle her cry, they turned
