Emily's POV
My gaze darkened as I began walking toward him. Gosh, was he really so insensitive? Even after feeling unwell and getting a test done, he was still drinking like this.
“Tyler!” I called out harshly.
He looked up, startled. “Emily?” he asked, his voice low.
I stopped in front of him, my eyes locked on his. Without thinking, I grabbed the bottle from his hand.
“What’s this?” I demanded, my voice sharp. “Since when did you become a drunk?”
Tyler froze for a moment. “Since… since you left.” He muttered.
I clenched my teeth, refusing to let his excuse slide. “Don’t make this about me! You’re damaging your health!”
He sighed, looking down at the nearly empty bottle in my hand. “Look… I don’t know what to do, okay? I just… I…” His voice tra
