Emma read over the letter again, her fingers
tracing the edges of the parchment. She sat cross-legged in her bed, various
letters spread out before her, all written by the man who held her heart – her
husband. Only not. It was well past midnight, her bedchambers illuminated only
by the candles she had scattered around and the moonlight wafting through the
It’s like, if this person is going to betray me or deceive me, they’re going to do it regardless whether or not I’m texting him constantly or looking through him phone or being jealous. And once you realize that, then jealousy isn’t a factor. You’re just you, and you can live in the moment.