POV: Tristan
Oh, I was pissed.
That was for sure.
I pulled off my wristwatch and dropped it onto the dresser inside my walk in closet. The metallic sound echoed softly through the room.
"The nerve of that bastard." I scoffed and ran a hand through my hair. "Sending flowers to Naomi in my house."
My jaw tightened.
"Who the f**k does he think he is?"
The audacity of it was what annoyed me the most.
So what if Naomi was still legally his wife on paper?
No one treated someone the way Dusten had treated Naomi and then turned around claiming it was love.
That wasn't love.
It never was.
I changed into a pair of comfortable sweatpants and a black T-shirt.
The entire time, all I could see was Naomi standing there holding those stupid flowers.
The uncomfortable look on her face.
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