Tyler's POV
I clenched my fists and turned away from Wendy’s house, the rain soaking me. I didn’t care. The cold water dripped down my face, and ran straight into my clothes.
My mind was a storm of its own, heavier than the rain falling on my head. I didn’t even get to see her. I groaned as I got into my car.
I genuinely thought that if I could talk to her. Maybe I could apologize properly. Maybe I could explain. Maybe… she wouldn’t hate me.
But from the way Wendy sounded, Emily didn't want to see me. Wendy said her eyes were red and puffy. She’d been crying so much. Because of me.
I leaned back, hitting my head against the seat. I used to think women were the problem. Because of my past, I saw women as toxic, dramatic and manipulative. But now, it was me. I was
