Lucas’s pov.
Though it hurt me , I stood there freaked out and powerless. My toes curled up , my hands trembled , my breath hitched.
My chest felt like it was burning as I stared her in the eyes. I love her . Why does it hurt so much? She is his fiancee. I shouldn’t be angry, but I am. I’m so angry at the sight of both of them,together…intimate.
I knew…but seeing it makes it different. It makes it real.
I walked out and straightened my shoulders, brushing up every atom of weakness in me. I adjusted my collar and my tie, took few sips of drink that burned my chest , and made the phone call to the nurse.
If there’s one thing Emery would love , it would definitely be to see her mother.
I went down to greet the guest and join the celebration.
A notification popped up on my phone.
