Chapter 252. Why Did He Ask Me That?

My chest felt tight and my stomach churned at the question. I felt like I had been put on the spot, and even though it had already taken me five or more minutes to answer the question, I still could not find the right answer. 

But maybe that was because there was no right answer. That or I really did not love Mark. I was so confused. I was internally conflicted and Josh’s question felt like answering it might solve a lot of my problems. 

Was it love that I was holding onto, or was it the idea of the future I had once envisioned so clearly? The wedding, the house, the life I thought Mark and I would have—it all seemed like a perfect plan until everything started falling apart. 

Come to think of it, maybe everything fell apart because it needed to; maybe because fate knew that we were building it all on pretense and backstabbing. I don’t know. 

And that was my reply. I hated that it was, but that was it. “I don’t know,” I admitted, feeling a bit em