I want us to separate

Amber's pov

If Adrian had truly said he loved me, he would have waited a little longer. I sat on the chair, my shoulders feeling weak emotionally, making it difficult to stand and go to my grandma's room. My mind was filled with thoughts, wondering who had informed Dave about my relationship issues with Adrian.

"Is he keeping tabs on me?" I wondered aloud. Who has he paid to gather information about me? I explicitly told him never to come here again. Leaning my head against the chair, my grandma emerged from her room. Her kind of face was not what I love to see when angry.

"So, if I don't give you your phone, you won't eat dinner?" she questioned.

I remained silent, realizing that if she weren't my grandma, she wouldn't dare try what she just did. She intentionally hid my phone and put it on silent. If I had known, I wouldn't have shared the details of what Adrian's mom did to me. It upset her greatly, and she wanted me to be upset too. With such anger, she hoped to break my