Sara

I stomped into the house. I wanted to scream and punch Jaxon in the face. I felt so angry and humiliated. I couldn’t stand it. How could I truly mean so little to him after everything? I screamed out loud as I stomped my way up the stairs. Before I reached the top, Jaxon’s strong hand gripped tight around my arm and whipped me around. His eyes were tight, and his lips were in a thin line.

“Let me go,” I growled.

“No,” he replied. His voice ...