Krystalina ~
“Who is she?”
He didn’t bother to reply, but his silent mockery intensified my hangover...a hangover that I didn’t want.
I glared at him, bright dark purple-red hickeys scattered from his jaw to his neck, teasing me that my husband was with some other woman last night.
Oh Lord! Have mercy. I think I am going to have a heart attack.
He tossed the bottle of medicine onto the bed. “Take these. It will help you with the hangover,” he said, and went back to getting ready for his office.
“Why do you care, Mr Adulterous Husband?”
I asked, wanting to scratch those bite marks from his skin.
Suddenly, he was in front of me, towering over me with his stupid tall height. He placed his fingers under my chin and tipped my face up, forcing me to look at him.
My heart sped up as his
