Emily's POV

“Drake, wait!” I tried to say, but he just turned around and walked away. I pushed Philip's hand off me and ran after Drake. Just as he placed Dean into the carriage and was about to climb in himself, I stopped him.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered, my voice trembling. He turned to face me, letting out a bitter chuckle.

“Sorry? Did you just say you're sorry?” His eyes bore into mine. “I saw you, Emily. I saw you kissing him. I thought we were finally getting back to normal, but I was wrong. I should’ve known better. I could’ve put up with Lia, but now, I don’t even...