“Say something, Ava,” Travis says in an almost pleading tone. I just stare at them. I'm not really sure what the hell to feel. Father and I have never gotten along. Especially after what happened between Rowan, Emma, and me. I would never wish that he was dead, but I also can’t really say that I’m
“Like I’ve been told multiple times, you aren’t my family, so he wasn’t my father. Despite the fact that that man treated me like a damn abomination, I would never wish him harm, and besides, he should have had them investigated before entering into a contract with them.” “So you’re saying it’s his
It’s been a few hours since Noah went off on the three unwanted guests. They were now outside in the back, enjoying the sun. Noah seems to have calmed down, but I knew him well. He was sharp. His gaze remained on them, scrutinizing, as if he were waiting for them to put a foot wrong. Iris was curre
“So what?” He grabs her arms and shakes her. “So what?” he fumes. “She’s my wife. My wife and you’ve been nothing but rude and disrespectful to her the entire fucking time” “Rowan” Travis tries to step in, but mother stops him. I honestly don’t understand why she did it. She was always on team Em
Emma. I hated every moment of being at Rowan’s house. I hated seeing Ava act as if Rowan was still her husband. I mean, come on, amnesia? You’ve got to be kidding me. It pissed me even more that Rowan was so fucking attentive to her. He was mine. He is still mine, and I refuse to let him go. When
“In case you haven’t noticed, his feelings aren’t mutual,” she says. “You will not stand in his way of winning Ava, and that is a warning. We coddled you without realizing we’re turning you into an entitled brat. That ends today. You’re thirty; for heaven’s sake, grow the fuck up.” Both Travis and
Calvin. I was tired as hell. Honestly, I salute all the single mothers out there. Being a single parent isn’t easy at all. I collapse on the couch, feeling drained. It had been a busy morning. With having to do all the chores and everything. Gunner helped, but I had to take him to football practic
“Why the hell did you stop?” she looks at me questioningly as if she didn’t understand. “You really have the nerve to ask me that?” I growl, feeling fed up with the way she treats me. “Get out” “No. I’m not leaving. Not until you tell me what I have done” Damn. Was she really clueless, or was she