Emily's POV

A whole week passed, with the same routine of Wendy leaving for work every morning. Tyler had also resumed work, and every single day, the same routine repeated itself.

The moment he stepped into the house, Vivian would rush to him, throwing herself at him dramatically. And Tyler would just stand there, barely reacting, but his eyes were always on me.

And me?

I’d force myself to look away, walk straight to my room, and shut the door before jealousy, frustration, and ...