Getting things of mind

*Xavier's POV

Nothing. Nothing I did could help me control the vexation I felt towards Xavier. After the fight we had, even looking at her face without being upset became hard for me.

So, unlike other newly married couples who let go of their grudges to spend quality time together on their 'honeymoon', I chose the option which made me the worst dickhead of the century.

I brought us back home.

Harley cried the whole way back on the jet. By the time we landed on the roof of the house, her eyes were puffy with all the tears she had spilled. As I rethink the events in my head, I feel like a moron.

What was I even thinking? I could have forgiven her easily but why couldn't I?

Deep down, I knew the answer — I never expected to hear Harley call me a murderer. People around me have called me that numerous times over the last four years but hearing it from Harley's mouth broke something inside me. All the guilt, fear, and the feeling of aloofness came rushing back. The only thing I could think