Cardan
One after the other, Fiona flings stuff from the table besides her at me, whilst yelling at me at the top of her lungs. I manage to dodge most of them.
“You f.ucking promised me!” She shrieks, her hand reaching on the table for something else to throw, but the table is now empty, leaving her with nothing else within her reach that she can fling at me.
“f***k you. You’ve taken me for a fool all this while, feeding me with your fake promises and assurances.”
“I promise you that was never my Intention. Believe it or not I’d never want to hurt you,” I say.
“Oh please,” she laughs bitterly, “I’m sure you and that b.itch must have had a good laugh at my expense. Letting me go on and on about the wedding, knowing you weren’t planning on ever going through with it.”
“Fiona don’t be li
