Veronica's pov :-
As I arrived into home ....
Home ?
The hell it is home.... It's not anymore.
I paced right and forth with the right palm on forehead and one hand on my waist.
The words saying by his father are ringing in my mind again and again...
So ,
She
Is
Just
Another
One
Of
Your mistress
How dare he can say like that about me ?
I m feeling disgusting over myself.
And the most hurtful thing is that when his father asked do he love me ?
That who am i to him ?
And he answered what ?
He said nothing not even single alphabet.
That's the importance of me in his life ?
I threw my clutch at the couch , it slide down at floor and all the things flew out of it.
I don't f*****g care !
I am just so angry right now that I want to kill someone.
Like I want
