Luca
I absolutely hate having to turn up to my parents alone without Emma, yet he gave me no choice but to face the damn music that Emma has forced upon me.
I've sped the whole way here, hoping by some turn of fate that my car would spin out and wrap itself around a tree trunk to end this stupid existence I seem to have been thrust into, but my luck seems to lack aligning with every other f*****g time I've wished my soul away.
So here I am, and there he stands, smoking a cigar on the front steps, seemingly waiting for me, his face like thunder and his demeanour not far behind it.
It's almost as if I can taste his disappointment and smell his disapproval.
Emma's f****d up terribly. I swear he might be second-thinking our marriage by now, but now that my name is signed on that dotted li
