Ashlyn's POV
Leaning against the bike, I stared up at the sky, trying to steady my emotions. The ache in my chest refused to subside. Moments later, Evan approached, holding out a cup of coffee.
“Here,” he said, his tone soft as he handed it to me.
I barely had a sip before I spotted Xavier stepping out of the restaurant. My eyes narrowed, and my grip on the cup tightened. Without a second thought, I shoved the coffee back into Evan's hands.
“I’ll be back,” I muttered.
“Where are you going?” Evan asked, alarmed, but I didn’t bother responding.
My pain had turned into a searing rage. Marching toward Xavier, I felt the storm inside me take control.
As he walked toward his car, I called out, “Xavier!”
He stopped and turned, his brows knitting together in confusion. “What are you doing
