Anton’s POV
I was an i***t.
I was actually a f*****g i***t.
"You just couldn't leave me alone, could you? You just couldn't let me be f*****g happy." I snapped, spinning around to face Elena.
"I didn't make you believe me, Anton. I simply said it." she said with a smile, "But if you believed me, maybe that says a lot more about your relationship than I ever could have."
"You're unbelievable, you know that? You pretend to be my f*****g friend, but you could give a s**t whether I'm happy or not."
"She can't make you hap -"
"She does f*****g make me happy you insane b***h!" I snapped, my patience finally breaking. "You had no right to bring that s**t up here in front of my family. You didn't have a right to bring it up at all."
"Yet that didn't stop you from believing me."
I groaned
