YOU SWAN , HE FROG !

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Suddenly, I felt like I needed to leave. If I couldn't even handle watching James massage Emma, what would I do if one day they rekindled their old flame? Hugging? Kissing? Or even... The mere thought of it sent a wave of pain crashing through my chest, like ants crawling up my spine, making me restless. I bolted for the door, desperate to escape. 

But the moment I touched the door, an excruciating pain tore through me, worse than the accident that sent me plummeting off a cliff and shattered my body. I couldn't even scream before being yanked back. 

After several attempts, I was drenched in cold sweat, my face as white as death. It finally dawned on me—**I couldn't leave this house.** Or rather, I couldn't leave **James.** 

All strength drained from me, and I numbly watched them again. James had finished massaging Emma and was about to stand up when her hand wrapped around his neck. Emma's eyes were open. They locked gazes. 

"James, do you still love me?" Emma asked bluntly. 

James stared into her eyes. "I hate you." 

Emma's face went pale. His hand cupped her cheek, his thumb slowly grazing over her skin as he sighed, "But I never forgot you." 

A bitter smirk twisted my lips. Emma's expression softened into a smile. Then, as if something crossed her mind, her eyes flickered. "And what about Annie?" she asked, her gaze sharp. "She's been with you for five years. What do you feel for her?" 

James froze, lips parting as if to speak, but nothing came out. The room fell into a heavy silence. Emma's face shifted, her eyes scrutinizing him. 

The next second, she tilted her head up and kissed the corner of his lips. 

James stiffened, but only for a moment. Then, he pulled her onto his lap, fingers threading through her hair, deepening the kiss. 

A wave of nausea hit me like a punch to the gut. I clamped a hand over my mouth, terrified that my churning stomach might soon push up into my chest. 

"James," Emma whispered breathlessly against his lips, "He's already left me. Please, don't leave me too. I don't want to be alone." She gasped softly, pleading, "I know you only feel gratitude and guilt for her. The one you really love is me..." 

Her kisses trailed down to his collarbone, pausing briefly as her fingers began to undo his shirt buttons. 

But then James suddenly grabbed her hand. "No."