Jameson’s POV

“What’s that supposed to mean?” I asked, raising a brow as I leaned back in my wheelchair studying her. She crossed her arms, her lips twitching like she was holding back a storm.

“I don’t like keeping things bottled up in my head. It's more like holding grudges and that’s not my thing, so let me just clear the air,” she started, “At the very least, you could’ve told me there’s someone else in your life instead of me figuring it out on my own.”

I ...