Bryan's POV
I storm into the house in a rage. I thought my anger had dissolved as Kelvin drove me home but I am wrong as it intensifies the moment I burst into the mansion.
The living room is empty as I hasten my pace towards Jason's room, after dropping my removed suit on the sofa in the living room. Emily had stripped it off me and dumped it in the car before we entered the club.
I don't want to think of the disappointment I saw written all over her face and the consequences of my actions. I no longer care about what she is going to do it anymore. Helena is dead already and I have no reason to be scared that she is going to tell her one day that I cheated on her. The least she can do now is to tell my father.
I grasp the door handle and push it open with full force, entering the room
