Thomas.
The door had barely shut behind me before I lost it. Not a quiet unraveling. Not the kind you swallow and carry home.
No.
It tore through me the second the latch clicked into place.
The audacity.
The absolute, suffocating audacity.
Robert standing there in my place. In front of her. Broad shoulders squared, jaw set, eyes steady, like some righteous protector guarding what was his.
Like I was the intruder.
Like I was the mistake.
My jaw tightened as I strode toward the car, the gravel crunching too loudly beneath my shoes. Each step felt heavier than the last, fury dragging at my limbs like chains. I yanked the driver's door open and slid inside, slamming it harder than necessary.
The bang echoed inside the car, sharp, violent, final.
But it did nothing.
Nothing to quiet the storm clawing inside my chest.
He humiliated me.
In his house.
In front of Tessa.
