Rhoda's POV
Piece of s**t. Heartless prick. Cold bastard.
I sniffed, more tears rolling down my cheeks as I continued to wipe them off my cheeks with the back of my palm.
How could he call me a slut? Lucas was his brother and also his family. Is it a crime to hug him?
I didn't even hug him. He hugged me first and instead of understanding the situation and stopping behaving childish, he called me a slut.
How dare he?
These thoughts flooded my head and even as I was angry, I couldn't stop the aching pain in my heart.
This was my husband raining insults at me without blinking an eye. Was this how this marriage was always going to be.
Were we always going to fight and curse at each other? If this was how my marriage with Lucian was going to go then I'd rather return to the family who
