VALENTINA’S POV
I swear I’m gonna f*****g kill him. I don’t need this s**t and I honestly don’t need to be here if he just thinks of me as a w***e. Because if that’s the case, he can have his precious f*****g Cecilia take my place.
I swiped through clothes in ‘our’ closet, trying to find a whorish dress. If he thinks I have such whorish ways, then I sure as hell was gonna dress the part.
“Valentina.” Isàbella called out before she knocked and walked into the room. She came into the closet, looking at me with sadness in her eyes.
“I’m gonna f*****g kill him, Isá.”
“I know you want to, but let’s just calm down and make rational decisions.” She said back, “Even though he deserves to be buried alive right about now.”
I scoffed out angrily, “He deserves more than to be buried alive.
