Harley’s P.O.V.

“Why would I do that?”

Xander’s straight refusal erupted a volcano of fury in my chest, turning my blood into molten lava. I growled, raising my eyes fearlessly.

“You are filming this apology to use it against me later, Xander. To make yourself look noble while I look like a gold-digger ex who came crawling back. Do you really think that I am unaware of the chaos on social media platforms?”

Xander flinched, his mouth parting in surprise as I stepped closer, reaching forward. Before he could stop me, I grabbed the odd button and yanked it clean off his shirt. His hands flew up too late in...