“Get lost,” I said coldly, each word a blade.
This man had cost me everything, so what's there left to say?
"Emily, Milo died. I was a mess, so I asked Andrew to stay with me. Please don’t be mad," Claire explained, her voice soft yet firm.
Damn. I fancy how talented this girl is sometimes. I mean, look at that!
Her tone was sweet, but her eyes? Pure challenge!
She's practically flaunting that my husband's with her now.
"Wow, lucky you," I said flatly, not giving anything away. "Must be nice to have such a man."
Andrew frowned. "Emily, come on. Milo's death has been hard on Claire, and you're still throwing shade?"
And there goes the knight in shining armor. Funny.
I looked at Andrew, lost for words. I find his protectiveness amusing the most. How many personalities does he have?
Anyway, I sneered and walked past them both.
For the first time, I walked away calmly— no tears, no drama. Two seconds later, there he was, trailing me like a lost puppy.
"Is this about me not bringing Matthew home? Why are you still mad? You're being petty," he hissed.
Always my fault, eh? He screwed up, but somehow, I was the wrong one.
"Yep, all my fault," I said, not even looking at him.