Logan
As soon as I close the door behind me, an overwhelming sense of lef and guilt takes over my body. I am unable to focus on the truth that I thought was solid, the way Michael held Emily so close to her body. It seemed like she was giving into him, giving into the kiss into the risk of loving her ex fiancé.
How could I have believe something so warped? How could I have allowed my jealousy in my uncontrollable emotions to make a decision that has caused irreversible harm to emilie and I’s relationship with one another?
I know that by assigning the Delta’s to follow her around, that she is sure to grow some kind of resentment towards me. That she is learning to hate me instead of love me, which is the opposite of what I wanted to happen between us. We were supposed to be heading towards a happy marriage with one another, to forget the contract that we signed the second day we saw each other but now…now there is nothing left, but the cracks of our relationship with one another.
In the end, though, I feel that what I am doing is the right move to make. I believe Emilie, and that she did not reciprocate her kiss with Michael, that she pushed him away as soon as it happened. I know that she would never do anything to hurt me and to hurt all of the progress that we have made in trying to get her inheritance back.
The Delta will ensure that something like that never happens again. That a man, such as Michael will never lay their hands on her, protecting her from the creeps of the world and people who wish to bring her harm.
I wish that she could see that I am doing this for her that I am doing all of this to protect her and the life that we are creating. She is just so damn stubborn, always seeing things from her perspective instead of mine. It is one of the reasons why I fell in love with her, but now it is only anchoring me more beyond belief.
I pull out my phone from my pocket. I immediately make my way towards the photo that was sent to me, his arms wrapped around her body. I stare at the picture, unable to look away.
the way Michael has
Looking closely at it, I can tell that she really was not enjoying herself. The message that came with the photo manipulated me into thinking that there was more to it than there actually was. And then there are the messages that came after it.
The threat of releasing this photo to the media. To show the public that Emily and I are not actually loyal to one another, that her heart still belongs to the man who cheated on her. It is sure to ruin us.
If this image were to be leaked into get out into the public, I can kiss my campaign for Alpha King goodbye, and Emily will never be able to get her inheritance back from the villains and her family
Why does life have to be so cruel to us? Why do I have to sit here and worry over the guilt that forms inside of the pits of my stomach, the way I want to erase all of the worry and confusion and inks from Emily’s mind and take it onto myself. I can only sit here and wish that she can see my true motivations behind my actions, the way I am trying to protect her in all of this.
A sigh leaves my mouth. I sit up in bed, no longer wanting to lay in the darkness of my bedroom. If anything, I need a fresh breath of air, a chance to escape from the hellhole that I find myself in, the emotional turmoil that leaves me wanting to disappear and never come back ever again.
