Levi's POV
I messed up.
I fucking messed up.
I saw the tears gathering in her eyes. I saw the heartbreak in her eyes. And I still fucking left. I didn't even check up on her.
I knew I made a mistake when the first string of words left my mouth. I wanted to stop talking. But the image of her hugging another man in such an open area kept flashing across my mind. I'd gone to get us something to eat, and she was there, talking to another man like I didn't matter.
But I guess I don't. I didn't matter to my parents, and I definitely won't matter to a woman who I'm in a fake marriage with. A woman who acts like there are a million other things she'd do than to be with me.
And she's made that point pretty clear. Several times. And I'm finally starting to get it.
I wonder which of them she likes more. If she prefers the influencer to the one who she was hugging today.
What do they have over me? Is it because they make her laugh?
I could fucking do that and more if she'd let me. But o
