Caleb's pov
‘It should not take you forever to do something right,” I scoff, pushing the plate away from my sight. “What's this mess you've made?”
“But I made your favorite omelette, you always enjoy it,” Melissa says, while clenching on the wooden spoon.
I groan and push myself against the swinging chair, “And I always tell you, its horrible! Amy would never have prepared such a horrible meal for me.”
Melissa's eyes lands on mine, tears prick from the corner of her eyes and I suddenly feel like a monster.
She's been nothing but good to me. She is even going an extra mile by making her father give me 30% shares in their company.
‘I need to make this wedding go through, otherwise I will start eating scraps,’ I think to myself.
I let out a sigh and hold her small shoulders, I plac
