Greta's POV
I stood there watching Demien walk upstairs then to his room like a defeated soul. I couldn't stop the tears that flowed down my face.
Demien had always been my support system. I didn't want to lose that. I was angry with him. I thought he was cheating.
“Why didn't you tell me about this last night,” Derek asked.
I turned to him to see that he had anger in his eyes. He stood with his hands folded on his chest and a brow raised.
“I thought I could handle it. I could move on from it and just do without him. I thought I would be okay with just you and Dylan,” I sobbed.
“And after you saw him, you couldn't hold back anymore,” Derek stated.
“I don't know what happened. I lost control. I am sorry,” I said looking away from him.
“You are sorry Greta. You slapped him. You
