ROBERT's POV's
I was at a popular bar, owned by my friend James Perez a well-known designer and bunisman. Ardy, Alfred, and Nathan were with me, but Tristan was absent, busy with his own things.
I sipped my wine, watching my friends mess around and laugh like kids. I didn't join them. I wasn't in the mood.
My mind kept drifting to Jane. I didn't understand why I felt this way. I should be happy, my plans had come true. Alice was back. But why wasn't happy? Why did something feel missing? I felt guilty for what I had done to Jane. I had to admit that I had been happy when we were together.
Why did I feel like I had done something wrong? My heart felt like it was being squeezed as I remembered seeing Jane crying. I wanted to hug her, comfort her. But I stopped myself.
I had to show him
