Lucas’s pov.
“f**k…Fuck…Fuck it.” I said as I punched the wall hard.
Everything is my fault .
I found it difficult to realize my love for Emery , my pride was taking the better part of me , and now she’s in the arms of someone else—someone I detest—my brother. Funny, I’m still in love with her even after the betrayal.
I went to her room to check up on her , and she was sleeping like a baby. I decided not to disturb her.
I went into the wine cellar to grab a bottle before going into my room to relax.
“Hey babe.” Brielle stood at the door wearing a black slip night dress.
“What do you want?” I asked, still checking for something scotch.
“Don’t you think it’s high time we get to sleep in the same room…I mean, now that we’re expecting a baby,” she suggested.
I ignored her, s
