Never in her wildest dreams had she imagined it would be the person standing right in front of her. If someone had hinted at it earlier, she would have dismissed it as preposterous notion. But now, gazing into his eyes, she saw the truth staring back at her like a beacon of betrayal.
"Emily, I can explain..." He began, his voice laced with a hint of desperation.
"So, it was you all along, so you're the Robert Rawlings right?" She scoffed, her voice exuding with scorn.
"It's not what you think," he protested, but Emily's eyes flashed with skepticism.
"It's not what I think, Richard so you're the Robert Rawlings, what was the point of your little charade? What twisted game were you playing?" She snapped, her voice like a whip crack.
Richard opened his mouth to explain, but Emily wasn't having it.
