Not Meant To Be

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[GRETTA’s Point-of-View] I winced. The throbbing pain in my head didn’t go away even after I took a pain reliever just to ease it. I couldn’t help but slump my body on the passenger seat while massaging my left temple, hoping that the pain would stop even for ten minutes. Everything just felt like the whole world fell straight on me. The problems just wouldn’t end, and I hope I had the ability to be at several places at the same time. The endless business meetings, the outside-the-country travels to please the huge clients. And the worst part of all was that my husband, who was just recently caught holding the hand of a random supermodel, looked so sweet together in Paris... My chest felt like it was going to explode at any moment. I was always good at suppressing my emotions, but the

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