Adrian.
I held the wardrobe open, staring at the neatly arranged clothes inside. Most of them had come from my budget. She had her money, but she would always insist that I had her card for shopping.
I was tired of her. I had kept up long enough with her nagging and bad character.
"Please hold on, Adrian," she begged as she watched me digging through the wardrobe.
I reached inside, grabbed a handful of dresses, and dumped them onto the bed. My patience was long gone, and she was about to be in a lot of trouble.
"Pack your things and leave," I said firmly.
If she had thought at any time that I was messing about, this surely brought her to her senses.
She stood frozen where she was, her eyes moving between the open wardrobe and the clothes on the bed before settling on me.
