Semua Bab One Nightstand With My Ex's Uncle : Bab 21 - Bab 25

21EMILY’S POVOuch.I couldn’t deny the stinging sensation in my chest, as I watched them. In my head, the girl changed to me, and it was me and John again, brimming with love for each other as we kissed. I wanted to tear my eyes off them, I really wanted to, but I couldn’t. My eyes were stuck staring at them. I didn’t want them to see me staring, but…Damn. Even though all the feelings left in me for John was hatred, I still couldn’t help feeling hurt.Maybe I connected with the part of me that had been in love with John. Staring at him kissing the girl madly, made me wonder if I was just another girl. It made me wonder if I was just a stand-in. A default person to always go to whenever he needed someone.Those lips he had kissed me with… he was kissing someone else with them… Everything about it seemed wrong.If I thought about it all, it was too painful. If his love had been fake, if our moments had been fake… if… if my idea of his feelings towards me had been fake…I blinked hard

23EMILY’S POV.Nothing… Nothing…The way he had casually said it made me feel like a fool. The fool for loving him, for being with him. All those moments had been fake.How could a person act so well? How could he have fooled me so well that I didn’t even know about it?It was unfair.It felt like my heart was being pricked horribly by a needle—like it was being cut mercilessly by a surgeon’s scalpel.I had never hated John more at that moment. To think that I had almost married a man like that was sickening.He and his family were alike. Rude, arrogant—only doing the things they wanted, without caring if it was wrong or right, or if they were hurting others. But then, what did I expect? Did I expect him to say it meant something to him?Or that those times were his best times? What exactly had I been expecting? Why did I even ask that question?Thinking about it, it was a little weird…Like… Wow… the John I had known all along was fake. This was the real one, and for years, I hadn’t

25EMILY’S POV.I sprang to my feet, staring at the smashed laptop in disbelief. What had just happened? Was it really John’s laptop that had been smashed to the floor?Why would she do that!?“Why would you do that?” I asked hotly, turning to her, but the only thing she did was glare at me, like I was the one who had done something wrong.I was confused.“If you answer my question, then I’ll answer yours.” She replied haughtily, “Why would you do such a thing?” She asked, leaving me in more confusion than I had been.“Why would I do what?” I asked, my brows knitting together.“How could you even think in all your lowliness to raise your voice on John? I mean… each time I hear how it all played out, I get mad. I boil with so much rage that it feels like I’ll go crazy if I don’t do something drastic.” She spat out, using her hand gestures to show how she felt.“And what is so bad about that? People raise their voices when they get mad, they…”“Not you! Not to John. He’s a freaking Alph