Malakai's POV
I kept walking around, chewing my fingers in guilt. I know I do not like her, but that doesn't mean I have the right to frustrate her life like that.
I was aware of the new art gallery she opened in Los Angeles- I felt angry for no reason- visiting her old art gallery- the one she left when we divorced.
I let my anger take over me and I used her coming to New York as a chance to get my revenge- by acting so childishly? Even when she got angry that night- I understood why she was angry but I pretended to be ignorant about it
When she yelled at me- her lips were trembling and she kept blinking severally. The images of her tears were vivid- I felt my heart clench in pain
Sighing, I grabbed my phone from the drawer- dialing a number. "I need you to do something for me"
