“What the hell?” I muttered, my heart pounding furiously in my chest. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. Those four words—simple yet laden with venom—seemed designed to cut deep. I turned to Emily, desperate for answers.
A Silent Accusation
Emily’s eyes met mine, but instead of anger or accusation, there was only profound sadness. After a few long, heavy moments of silence that felt more punishing than any harsh words, she finally spoke in a shaky voice, “I didn’t write it.”
Her words, soft as a whisper, only deepened the mystery. “So who did? And why?” I demanded, my voice tinged with both desperation and disbelief. I had always prided myself on the trust between us. I had never even once been unfaithful. Yet, here was a message accusing me—accusing us—of something I knew wasn’t
