~Andrew’s Pov~
I sat in my chair, staring at a picture of my brother, on my phone. The energy in my office seemed to reflect the state of my mind. I twirled in my chair and let out a sigh of frustration. The image of him made me sick to my bones.
I hated him. With everything in me. I hated his presence, his smile, his f*****g—face!
I clenched my jaw very hard that it hurt. Glancing at him made me want to hit him.
The thought of him made me throw my phone in anger against the wall. The phone hit the wall with a c***k, but it didn't give me the satisfaction I needed.
I continued throwing the stash of pens on my desk. But that feeling—it wasn't enough.
I wanted everything he had.
And now—he’s f*****g married?
To such a beautiful girl whom I know nothing of. He doesn’t deserve to
