Lacey's P.O.V.
Oh my god, it's Dylan.
Dylan Tate, my ex-fiance is currently standing in front of me with tears in his eyes and a happy and relieved expression on his handsome face.
He looks tired and exhausted but he still looks as handsome as he was six years ago.
"It's you, Lace, it's really you"
"Dylan, I..."
I tried to speak but was cut off by him.
"I can't believe this...you're back, you're finally back"
Dylan tried to approach me but I backed up not wanting him anywhere near me.
"Lacey please, I just want a hug, I missed you so much"
Is this motherfucker for real?.
"You missed me, well, I didn't miss you, not one single bit"
I turned around to leave but was quickly stopped by Dylan who grabbed hold of my wrist.
"Lacey princess, please"
He begged me and I slapped his han
