Krystalina~
There has to be something wrong with me. Maybe I am not pretty enough, or maybe I am really intolerable that every man who comes into my life chooses someone else over me.
But I thought Beckett was different. I thought he was a man of virtues and morals, and now, seeing him in bed, ruffling the hair of another woman, I realised that he is just like other men.
My fingers thrummed to hold that b***h’s short hair, knot them into my hood, and twist them so hard that they ripped out of her dumb f*****g head.
And I wanted to break my husband’s nose for giving her the smile he never gave me. He is always angry with me, always growling at me; he never gave me his beautiful smile that would make me see heaven.
Something raw burned inside me, my inner demons howling to release thems
