EMILIA POV In seconds, I was standing in front of him, staring into his face. “How could you?”Not only did I ask my question, but my hand hit his cheek with a resounding slap, calling the attention of the man in uniform. “Madam, what is the matter?” The man who searched me and my bag, asked, holding me from Tristan's. “Leave me alone!” I yelled at the man, jerking off from him. “How could you, Tristan?” I asked, already crying. “Is two years not enough time for you to love me?”“Woah!” Tristan cried, touching his cheek. “You have the wrong person, my Lady.” I gazed at him, fire in my eyes. Not just in my eyes, but in my bones as well. What did he mean by I have the wrong person? It wasn't hard for me to recognize him and the car we went on a date in, once. Was it? “Excuse us,” Tristan said to the man in uniform who walked away. “I can handle this.”What was he going to say to make me feel better than the worse I felt? I wondered, waiting to hear his reasons and excuses, as us
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