Fine

Evan's POV

I unlock my phone, and the first thing that flashes across my screen is a trending video—

A short, thirty-second clip.

Emmaline.

And him.

Kissing.

I don't even press play. The thumbnail alone is enough to set my blood boiling.

I already know that bastard kissed her on purpose. I saw the smirk he threw my way.

My grip tightens, rage curling in my chest like a beast with nowhere to go—

And before I can stop myself, I hurl my phone straight at the wall.

The sharp crack of shattering glass echoes through the room.

I barely register the destruction when the door swings open.

"Evan, I heard something crash—"

Martha steps inside, her brows furrowed in concern.

I don't let her finish.

In three strides, I close the distance between us, grabbing her by the waist and kissing her—hard, slamming her against the wall.

I need the distraction.