oria

ough the air like

t a di

undenied emotion through his face, not love, nor was it remorse, but raw, unfiltered, satisfied anger.

t now, Victoria?" His

f the bedsheets together like a

serious in my discussi

off before running his

out of our marriage because of my one-time mistake, come on now",

ed, tossing my head in agreement and im

wo been together?" I ask

she murmured h

rs now,

pausing her on the

and dart him with my nails, but I chose not to

releasing my words lace

tch

was sent jolting with a one-time gaze, which was filled with

d lingered so far but was brough

I didn't mean for

t we are both remorseful", Alex'

ands fixated on the door frame for

in a questioning form. "You didn't mean to crawl into bed with my husband on our anniversary? You di

pplause before letting out a lar

or her response, not at all. Every second I spent at that

he house which I cherished now looked like a whore kingdom as I was in t

my purse and my keys off the rack. The cool n

ce, it wasn't contaminated

d into a golden white colour. My hands firmly gripping the steering wheels so tightly I felt the pain

et out a hysterical mockery laughter.The thoughts of

hrough my chest as the flashes of their bodies

and void. I let out a scream, relieving myself of, what I felt at that point. I res

to my senses. But what burnt me further was the humiliation he had me witness; I tried my best not to cry as tea

oss my screen. My heart skipped in defence, I had my fist against the steerin

talk, can y

hovering over the keyboard as I