Emily's Pov: I cleaned our room for hours, though being a new house it was already clean. I had this habit of cleaning stuff when I was depressed. Yes, I am depressed. That's because my husband is having an affair. Just kidding. He is my fake husband if that term even exists. And he married me to have an affair! Can it get anymore dramatic? Oh yes. I am his best friend who has been in love with him for fifteen years when I should be using this time to get over him. I patted the sofa, dusted the shelves