42.
NORA
I'd started the evening with a skip in my step, eager to get to know Mark’s family and to see what the future held in store for us. But right now, I want nothing more than to be as far away from these people as possible.
I marched back to the dining area, my heels click-clacking noisily against the polished floor. The last thing I cared about now was causing a scene. The anger simmering beneath my skin was threatening to overflow and I could barely tame it. So I knew I needed to get out of here fast.
Yet, beneath my anger, a toxic mix of shame, betrayal, and hurt simmered, threatening to boil over. These two men had known I'd be hurt by the outcome of things, but they still rode me on, played me like a f*****g flute.
And I was an i***t because I fell for it.
Mark was chattin
