ELENA'S POV:
By the time Kane carried my sobbing self back to the house, I hated myself for breaking down in front of him. I wanted to be strong, to hold onto my anger, but the moment the tears started, there was no stopping them.
He didn't say much, just murmured softly as he held me, something about being sorry. And he should be sorry. Sorry for cheating—or whatever his excuse was. Sorry for putting me through this emotional wringer. Sorry for making me care about him when he clearly didn't deserve it.
Still, as I sat curled on his lap in the living room, his arms wrapped protectively around me, I felt my walls cracking. The pent-up rage and hurt I'd been clinging to were draining out of me, leaving exhaustion in their place.
