Love and Hate Dragged on Endlessly, I'll Use The Rest of My Life to Forget It

Just because I returned home five minutes late, Mason Dawson locked me in the car all night.

"Emily Young, you've pledged the commitment to buy me a cake and still showed up late on purpose! If Nova hadn't baked me one herself, my birthday would've been ruined because of you!”

I reached into my bag to pull out the ultrasound report, planning to surprise him. However, with Nova Allen nestled in his arms, Mason had not a shred of willingness to look at it.

On the day of my art exhibition, he livestreamed the whole thing to sabotage it, with Nova by his side.