EMMA POV
Robert stood on my porch, his hands casually tucked into the pockets of his tailored slacks. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, but it wasn't out of excitement. It was out of anger—pure, burning rage.
"Why are you even here again?" I demanded, my voice sharp and uninviting.
He looked surprised, almost as if he didn’t expect my reaction. His blue eyes softened. “I missed you, Emma, I have searched for you almost everywhere and finally I met you on the street," he said, his tone tender and full of meaning.
I scoffed, folding my arms across my chest. “Please, spare me the theatrics. That was just one night. You don't need to be here. And how did you even find out where I live?” I could hear the venom in my words, but I didn’t care. His presence here was suffocating, and
