Emily's POV

My gaze darkened as I began walking toward him. Gosh, was he really so insensitive? Even after feeling unwell and getting a test done, he was still drinking like this.

“Tyler!” I called out harshly.

He looked up, startled. “Emily?” he asked, his voice low.

I stopped in front of him, my eyes locked on his. Without thinking, I grabbed the bottle from his hand.

“What’s this?” I demanded, my voice sharp. “Since when did you become a drunk?”

Tyler froze for a ...