Chapter 90

Logan

As soon as I close the door behind me, an overwhelming sense of grief and guilt takes over my body. I am unable to focus on the truth that I thought was solid, the way Michael held Emily so close to her body. It seemed like she was giving into him, giving into the kiss into the risk of loving her ex fiancé.

How could I have believe something so warped? How could I have allowed my jealousy in my uncontrollable emotions to make a decision that has caused irreversible harm to emilie and I's relationship with one another?

I know that by assigning the Delta's to follow her around, that she is sure to grow some kind of resentment towards me. That she is learning to hate me instead of love me, which is the opposite of what I wanted to happen between us. We were supposed to be heading towards a happy marriage with one another, to forget the contract that we signed the second day we saw each other but now…now there is nothing left, but the cracks of our relationship with one another.

In the end, though, I feel that what I am doing is the right move to make. I believe Emilie, and that she did not reciprocate her kiss with Michael, that she pushed him away as soon as it happened. I know that she would never do anything to hurt me and to hurt all of the progress that we have made in trying to get her inheritance back.

The Delta will ensure that something like that never happens again. That a man, such as Michael will never lay their hands on her, protecting her from the creeps of the world and people who wish to bring her harm.

I wish that she could see that I am doing this for her that I am doing all of this to protect her and the life that we are creating. She is just so damn stubborn, always seeing things from her perspective instead of mine. It is one of the reasons why I fell in love with her, but now it is only anchoring me more beyond belief.

I pull out my phone from my pocket. I immediately make my way towards the photo that was sent to me, the way Michael has his arms wrapped around her body. I stare at the picture, unable to look away.

Looking closely at it, I can tell that she really was not enjoying herself. The message that came with the photo manipulated me into thinking that there was more to it than there actually was. And then there are the messages that came after it.

The threat of releasing this photo to the media. To show the public that Emily and I are not actually loyal to one another, that her heart still belongs to the man who cheated on her. It is sure to ruin us.

If this image were to be leaked into get out into the public, I can kiss my campaign for Alpha King goodbye, and Emily will never be able to get her inheritance back from the villains and her family.

Why does life have to be so cruel to us? Why do I have to sit here and worry over the guilt that forms inside of the pits of my stomach, the way I want to erase all of the worry and confusion and inks from Emily's mind and take it onto myself. I can only sit here and wish that she can see my true motivations behind my actions, the way I am trying to protect her in all of this.

A sigh leaves my mouth. I sit up in bed, no longer wanting to lay in the darkness of my bedroom. If anything, I need a fresh breath of air, a chance to escape from the hellhole that I find myself in, the emotional turmoil that leaves me wanting to disappear and never come back ever again.

And to think that she cited my particular interest in revenge. To get back at those who have wronged me. I simply cannot believe that she would think that she would become one of my victims in my plans of revenge.

Even if she did betrayed me like this, I don't think I could bring myself to put her in harms way like that.

I stand from the bed and make my way to the door, opening it up and walking down the darkened hallway. I enter the shared living space and look around.

There is not a soul to be seen from in the space. The Deltas have gone home for the night, seeing how I am here to keep an eye on Emily. Even then, it feels like a ghost town in my own home.

Just as I turned the corner, wishing to get some fresh air from the balcony, I noticed her body out in the dark of the night. She stands on the balcony that overlooks my land, a cup of tea, sat beside her on the cement railing.

I pause, unsure of what to do or say to her if she is to find out that I'm sitting here watching her. My original plan of needing air has been abandoned, my body in mind finding comfort and knowing that emily has not left or made a chance to escape from my home, to get back the freedom that she's so desperately wishes to have.

I do not wish to disturb her either. She probably wants time on her own, to remain as far away from me as possible. I don't blame her for feeling that way. I would be in the same boat as her if I were in her shoes.

As I sit here and watch her, I realize just how much love I have for her.

I remember the way that I used to look forward to seeing her first thing in the morning. I love the way. She always greets me with a small smile, a slight head not as she takes her spot at the counter.

Emilie has made her way inside of my home, leaving permanent marks of her existence behind in the walls and in the mugs and in the way she has helped me move on from my failed relationship with her stepsister.

I do not know if she feels the same way about me, though. I unfortunately do not know what lies in that head of her, the way she thinks and perceives the world. She most likely hates me for what I have done to her. I have stripped her of all freedom and control that she wants had her hands on her life.

If only I had the chance to explain myself, to show her the reasons as to why this is a good move for the two of us to make. If I am not going to be the one who is there to protect her from men like Michael and people like Chloe, then she needs somebody there to advocate for her and protect her from the villains in the world.

Simply looking at her, I know that the distance has lengthened between us. I know that there is no way that I will be able to earn back that trust I want built with her. I'm going to have to cross Nomansland once again in order to make my way back into her heart in good graces.

Perhaps the distance is a good thing. Maybe this is for the better, to serve both of us in positive ways, despite the ache that forms in my heart.

I turn around and disappear back into the darkness, unable to focus on Emily’s happiness and security rather than my own emotions.