Courtney POV.
I hear his boots on the floor as he walks away from me. I bite my bottom lip hard to stop the tears from flowing down my cheeks. When a few escape. I quickly wipe my face. This is for the best. He is no longer mine; he is Chloe’s. Whether he wants to admit it or not, he is hers.
I take a few breaths to calm my emotions and walk to the fridge and grab out some ingredients to make a sandwich. I grab a bottle of soda and open the lid as I take a swig as I get to work making my sandwich.
The kitchen, like the mansion, is too quiet. Days my grandpa has been in meetings. Only breaking for food and sleep. He told me I had to work on my patience and I can do that only when my hands are busy. Working calms the storm inside of me.
So I have been working on the truck and grandpa’s
