"F#ck! F#ck! F#ck!" he exclaimed while hitting the steering wheel of his car. He didn't care about the swollen fists from the force of his hitting the steering wheel because his heart hurt more that was gradually being destroyed because of what he had witnessed.
He heard everything. And s**t, it was like fate was just playing tricks on him. When did he change, he would have known and heard from the woman he loved that he was just getting back at that man! All this time, Jamilla had only used him. He made her look stupid and made her believe that he loved her too.
Earlier, when she had told him that when she was angry, she wanted to yell at him, and curse at him to vent all her anger, but she stopped herself.
Why?
He was afraid.
He was afraid that if Jamilla found out that he knew abou
