Helanie:
I knew I should have just gone to my room—Norman’s room—but I had to confront Emmet. He had not only broken his promises, but also my heart.
I went straight to the passage and stood in my spot, watching him like a hawk. He was scratching his scalp and looking around, fixing his shirt when he raised his head and our eyes met.
I watched him lower his hand and then quickly start walking toward me.
"Shit, shit, shit. The night passed?" he asked as he reached me. "But you’re here, so... did we do it?" he asked with a smile, but his smile slowly faded—probably because he couldn’t find the memory of us getting married last night.
"I’m here," I replied. I heard footsteps behind me and had a feeling it was the brothers.
But thankfully, no one interfered.
"I—" he scratched the back of his head again, once more looking around, completely clueless.
I had imagined screaming and hitting him when he woke up. But once I was in front of him, I couldn’t do any of that.
I had so much respect for him, and the bond we shared was so pure, that I couldn’t even disrespect him. Even after he disrespected our love and bond by abandoning me when I needed him the most.
"You didn’t come last night, Emmet," my voice broke, but I managed to sniffle back the tears with much difficulty.
"Huh? I didn’t—then—" he paused, his eyes staring into mine. I bet he noticed the tears appearing in my eyes and the hurt look forming on my face.
"Please tell me what happened." As he tried to walk closer, I stepped back to create distance between us—and he noticed it. He frowned and looked up from my feet to my face, his mouth slightly open, surprised that I had stopped him from coming near me.
"You were passed out drunk last night while I waited for you at the court," I said, a tear rolling down my cheek, followed by others.
"I abandoned you?" The look of shock on his face was exactly how I had imagined he’d react. Maybe this would finally give him the reality check that he wasn’t over his ex. That he chose her over me. That he only remembered her, even though she hadn’t even been with him for a while.
"You were missing Azura," I said, and he stepped back. The guilt in his eyes made me frown.
"You had pictures of her with you—her bracelet in your hand—while you drank yourself out of your mind, sir," I added respectfully.
"No, no! I did that?" he began pacing back and forth, looking so guilty.
"You did. And I waited—" I stopped talking because I broke down.
I started crying hysterically because I hated the fact that his brothers thought it would be that easy for me to give Emmet a second chance.
"I’m sorry our love ended like this. But I really am sorry that it did," I managed to say with difficulty as I turned around and started walking away. I heard the brothers comforting Emmet, and then I saw them give each other a big hug while I walked into the mansion alone.
"You finally got what you wanted—" Charlotte and her mother were probably waiting for this moment. When I pushed Charlotte while continuing to walk, she gasped.
"Mom, she pushed me!" she cried out.
I commented without turning to her, "Well go cry about it, bitch."
I went to the room and crawled into bed for a good sleep. I just knew Norman wouldn’t get in the same bed as me, because I knew he would respect my privacy.
I was under the blanket and had slept peacefully. When I woke up, I realized it was already evening.
I yawned and sat up, rubbing my eyes, which only smeared my mascara down my cheeks even more.
The smell of freshly baked pizza turned my head toward the table. Norman was sleeping on the couch in a sitting position, his neck stretched back and head resting against the back of the couch.
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