[Eveny’s POV]
I left the drawing room without sparing any of them a second glance.
It was with a mixture of unbridled anger and my own sense of shame that I tore myself away. I needed to leave.
I needed to get away from Samantha and Liam before I could do anything else. My emotions were scattered and far too unpredictable for even myself to control. I had no doubt that both my hands were sore and very likely torn from having smashed that picture frame.
Yet, I was still too numb to feel any of it.
I pressed a hand to my chest to bear down on the pain that swelled around my heart. Deep down, I knew I wasn't ready to face Samantha. But out of the three, she was the one who did the least amount of damage—physically speaking.
Of course, that didn’t excuse her guilt in the situation.
