Chapter 34

I cast my mind back to the tearful sobbing, angry shouting, and smashing plates of crazy Emma, who has been occupying the apartment with him. The woman who woke from a nap on the couch to find Jake had set up the bathroom with candles, music, rose petals, and a gorgeous bubble bath for me and told him I hated him before breaking down in sobs.

I am a mess. Jake is in pain too, but I’m selfishly stomping all over him, ignoring what he’s feeling, marking it as invalid because he hurt me and ruined things because he took my trust and ripped it into tiny shreds.

The stuff with Marissa still claws at my brain every day. It’s completely unhealthy, hanging over me like some doom and gloom cloud of tension. I’ve spent the last two weeks knowing he’s been avoiding her contact, and it only adds to the build-up inside me; that somehow, the moment he sees her will make me break. It intensifies my anger when it hits, and I know a time will come when I’ll blow up at him, an outlet for