Lucas' face drops. His eyes are glimmering with every other emotion I've never seen on his face—anger, hurt, sadness, and if I'm not mistaken, a bit of shock.
"What the fuck do you mean you're leaving, Iris? You haven't even let us explain our point of view yet."
"Yes, Iris. This isn't the way to end this. You'll only hurt yourself."
"Please tell her," Lucas cements her words. I glare at them. This is exactly why I want to leave, if I stay here any longer, the articles and pictures are going to keep playing in my head and I'll explode.
There were too many of them. One in Lucas' office, with him hugging her as they sit side by side. The other one was at a restaurant and he was posing for a selfie she was taking of them. Don't even get me started on the intimate ones on the red carpet.
