Jayden POV

‘I am engaged to your brother.’

If I could hate words, I hated them, with all my heart and soul, the combination of those words. Even the cold water running down my dust-covered, oil-stained hands couldn't cool the blinding, terrifying rage that churned inside me like magma.

‘I'm engaged to your brother.’

I kept rubbing the soap persistently into my skin, watching as the black dirt and grime from the bike slowly disappeared. However, in the end, when I wiped my hands with one of the white towels hanging beside the sink, there was still a hint of gray, a slight color that clung to my nails and...