She wanted to kill him but loved him to death. "So you slept with your wife, what does that have to do with me?" Parisa had a face of steel.
Haness sprang up. He brushed his hand over the nape of his neck, conflicted at that reply. "Wife? Does it not feel wrong to you, do you not love me at all, Parisa?" He said.
"I love you, Haness, that is why I am not throwing a foolish fit right now. I should be questioning your feelings for me. You do what you please, humiliate and put me in difficult situations all because you're jealous."
"Will you stop judging our love?!" Haness was irritated.
"What love? Is it the one where you sleep with Kasia and deliberately tell me to hurt me?"
"You've been sleeping with my father for God knows how many years!"
"Sharou and I have never been intimate, H
