Ian's POV
NEXT MORNING
The silence was louder than any scream.
I woke up to an empty bed, the sheets cold where she had once been. My throat burned with the taste of regret, the images of last night slicing through my mind like a damn guillotine.
Her eyes, those eyes wide with betrayal. The sting of her slap still echoed on my skin, but it was nothing compared to the way she looked at me before she left.
Like I was a monster.
I was.
I dragged myself out of bed, each step a weight, every breath tighter than the last. Guilt clung to me like a second skin.
I just couldn't understand the reason why I could not control myself that night, hearing her saying she was tired got scared I didn't want to lose and decided to do the first shit that came to my head:
When I stepped into the hallway, the faint sound of Olivia's giggle drifted from the kitchen. I followed the sound like a man starving for warmth… only to see her.
Emma.
