Brielle's POV
I tried to step around Jayce, but he moved directly in front of me, blocking my path.
His scent hit my nose, paralyzing me for half a second. The same scent that used to make me melt now filled me with nauseating disgust.
I glared at him. I owed him no explanation. He had ruined our marriage with his own hands.
“Get out of my way,” I said. “Whatever I do is none of your business. If you keep stalking me like this, I’m calling the police and requesting a restraining order.”
Jayce scoffed, his eyes blazing with anger. “I’m not going to let you walk away, Brielle. So you’ve been flirting with other men and condemning me for doing the same?”
I almost snapped.
My hand was already in the air, ready to strike him, when I forced myself to lower it. It took every ounce of patie
