Chapter 52
Layla’s POV
“Who the f**k were you f*****g in here?!”
Wyatt roared, his bloodshot eyes fixed on me, his chest heaving as if he’d just run a marathon.
I didn't even flinch. I crossed my arms over my chest, tilting my head back to meet his murderous glare with pure, unadulterated coldness.
“That’s none of your damn business, Wyatt,” I sneered, a cruel, mocking smile spreading across my lips.
“What? Are you jealous? Or do you just make a habit of standing outside doors like a pathetic, desperate pervert while real adults do what they want?”
“You’re a sick, delusional w***e,” he spat, taking a menacing step closer, his hands clenched into tight fists at his sides.
“My father is about to marry your mother downstairs, and you’re in a guest room getting your back blown out b
