XAVIER'S POV

I sat in the driver’s seat for what felt like hours, my hands gripping the steering wheel so tight my knuckles turned pale.

Melissa’s voice was still ringing in my head, raw and sharp like a blade.

Get out. Get the fuck out of my house, Xavier.

Those words replayed on a loop, each repetition cutting deeper. I didn’t even know about her disqualification from the Miss England pageant until she’d thrown it in my face. And now… knowing it was indirectly because of ...