Chapter 32

Mérida’s POV

My heart has shattered more times today than I’d like to admit. I ran out of William’s house without thinking, and the others looked at me with pity, as if they genuinely cared about what had happened to me. I’ve reached a point where I don’t know who my friends are anymore. I know I’ve acted like a bitch, humiliated girls, and laughed in their faces while declaring that William Raymond is mine, when the reality is different. He’s not mine, we don’t even get along. He despises my attitude, detests how arrogant I can be.

I sat on a wall in the square, tears streaming down my face. I had no other choice; I didn’t want to be there anymore. I didn’t want to hear William’s laughter with Scarlett, the intimacy in their glances, I didn’t want to see Louis put his hand on her shoulder, and William furrow his brow without realizing it. I didn’t want to hear Olive confide in her in hushed tones, and him nodding, as if he understood, as if they were also best f