Krystalina ~
I concealed the ugliest shade of purple and pink bruise, covering the particular spot of my neck, above my collarbone where my pink mole lay.
It is the biggest and darkest hickey he has given me. No matter how much I try to conceal it, it just won’t hide. And he had the audacity to demand that I show his proof of stupid possessiveness to the whole world.
He has to understand that I don’t belong to him. How can I, when we are going to get divorced the day the baby comes into this world?
And I am my own woman. No one owns me.
I sighed and put the concealer down, then stood up to get dressed. I wonder what Ethan must be doing? When I told him that I would be going with him, that bastard smiled and asked to hug me. But of course I said no. We have to maintain distance, until
