He leaned down, planting his hands on the arms of my wheelchair, caging me in. “Don’t make me push your broke ass out this rehab window. I will if you keep hurting her feelings.”
I didn’t flinch. I just held his stare, letting out a long, weary breath through my nose. “Fuck you.”
He straightened up, shaking his head as he looked down at me. “Tighten the fuck up,” he said, jabbing a finger in my direction. “You keep acting like this, she’s gonna leave you to rot.”
I dropped my gaze to my useless legs, a bitter smirk twisting my lips. “Fuck you again.”
He laughed as if I was a joke. “Bye, Oak.”
My fists clenched in my lap, nails digging half-moons into my palms.
I spun my chair around and wheeled myself out of the therapy room, the hum of the fluorescent lights suddenly loud in my ears. I navigated the hallway back to my private room, my jaw working, grinding my teeth until my temples ached.
I already regretted what I’d said to Jordin.
I didn’t know why I couldn’t stop being angry.
A few minutes later, my parents walked in.
My mother started fussing immediately, brushing imaginary lint off my shoulder with her perfectly manicured nails.
“How are you feeling, sweetheart? We saw Jordin on the way out.”
I groaned inwardly. I didn’t want to hear a damn word about Jordin.
“Oh yeah,” I said flatly.
My father stepped up beside her, watching me with his usual unreadable stare.
“We’ve been talking. We think you should come home. We can take care of you.”
I didn’t hesitate. “No.”
My mother pursed her lips. “Oak, be reasonable. You need 24-hour care. Someone to take you to your doctor’s appointments, therapy—”
“I’ll stay with Jordin in Miami,” I said, leaning back.
She scoffed. Her mouth opened—
But Marcus, who I hadn’t even noticed in the room, cut her off with a loud laugh.
“Oh, so you’re willing to play cuck for your wife while she fucks some singer?”
I glared. “Shut the fuck up, Marcus.”
Truth was, I’d rather be with Jordin and the singer than stuck in my parents’ house.
And I didn’t want a nurse—some stranger in my space, telling me what to do.
He smirked. “Just saying.”
I ignored him and turned back to my parents. “I’ll be fine. I’m going to Miami.”
They exchanged a look. I didn’t care.
Right then, Valentina walked in. Our eyes met, and her expression turned hard.
“Everybody out.”
