Emery’s pov.
The shock of the unexpected menacing interruption from Brielle disoriented me for a few minutes.
My breath caught, my pulse raced. I didn’t know what to say at that moment because she asked me , she told me she would rather hear it from me.
I felt like the most awful person ever. If she had slapped me, I would have accepted it. At least, if that would be enough to calm her down.
If Lucas didn’t stop her, and the matter escalated…what could I have done?
If only I stopped Lucas from kissing me.
And now she knows, which means living in this house might be a whole lot.
Now , her love for me has turned rashly to hatred.
I sat on my bed , tears flowing from my eyes. Everything is unfolding against my wish, and I’m stuck in the middle of this mess. I never asked for
