Emma’s POV
Of course, I wasn’t surprised to see him at the party, but I didn’t expect he would spot me so quickly.
“How are you?” He asked, wrapping his arm around my waist. I had to pull away, a disapproving frown playing on my face.
“Why?” He asked, anger evident in his eyes. “Can’t I touch you anymore? You are my girlfriend, for Christ's sake,” he spoke in a low tone, but the anger in his voice was palpable.
“Does my touch now disgust you?” He asked, this time his tone raised, but luckily, the music was loud, and no one took notice of us.
“We have to talk, Emma, and we have to do it now,” he demanded fiercely, and I gulped. Obviously, he was angry, and now wasn’t the right time to break up with him.
“Let’s talk after the party,” I pleaded, but he adamantly shook his head.
“No, I
