56 – A f*****g CHANCE
DAMON
“Are we doing the teary approach now?” I said with a hint of sarcasm in my voice.
“He broke up with me,” she sobbed and walked in, oblivious to what I was saying.
“Sure, make yourself at home,” I said with a smirk and looked around, there didn’t seem to be anybody with her here this time.
“Who’s he?”
“Stephan,” she muttered and continued sobbing.
“Ah,” I said to myself.
Now it finally made sense, I should have known when I found out that she was the one that had a problem with Rebekka.
When two women got into it, my best bet was that it was always over a man.
Her man strayed away from her into the hands of another woman and somehow, it was the other woman’s fault and not her man’s fault, classic feminine logic.
I closed the door and walked behind her
