CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
KADEN’S POV
My heart was breaking, every memory we’d shared since we began going out punishing my brain like it was on repeat. Was this how heartbreaks felt like? Because I f*****g hated them. I stared at the glass full of whiskey on rocks, the motivation I’d felt of drinking it, slipping through my fingers. All I wanted was for someone to tell me this was a f*****g joke or maybe a bad dream I would wake up from soon. This had to be seriously the fastest anyone had ever been dumped. If I saw the f*****g guy, I would rain punches on him over and over until I was completely worn out and he had enough fractured bones to need to a surgery.
“You want to talk about it?” Justin questioned full of concern, his attention deviating from the woman throwing him flirtatious loo
