Avery's POV
I bit my lips as I stared blankly at the glass of water in front of me, my manicured fingers trailing the rim of the cup.
No matter how I tried to get the thoughts of him out of my head, I just couldn't. He was annoyingly everywhere. Disgusting me with his presence.
The way he stared at me lustfully made my skin crawl with unease.
What really was with the guy?
If only Ryan had let me slap him harder that day! I still couldn't forget that awful day. I might have gone a bit overboard saying he had touched inappropriately, but he definitely deserved the slap. I just couldn't explain to anyone why he really deserved it.
I mean what would I tell them? “I slapped him because he was my husband in my past life and the one who made me eat food poisoned by his mistress?”
No one
