Chapter One Hundred-Fourteen

Roman’s POV

I feel betrayed.

I blink multiple times hoping that the sullied sight in front of me is some horrific imagination but it is not. From when I stand, they could be kissing with the way the guy is bent over her.

How could Lindsey do such a thing?

She is in a deep intimate embrace with… who the fuck is that guy? Wait, I know that stupid blond hair. Collins.

That fucker… he has a death wish most certainly, and I will make it come through.

If I stay here even a second longer, I’ll throw up my guts. As much as I would like to interrupt them in a blaze of fury, I hold back. My heart is… hurting. My head feels like it’s about to implode and I’m not just jealous, I’m hurt. I don’t want them, most especially Collins to see me like this. The idiot will definitely get a satisfaction from it and I won’t have that.

I take a step back, rustling the leaves of some dried flowers beside me. They both hear the sound and I watch Collins pull Lindsey even closer when she tries to pull away. I w