"That was before we divorced, Mia." I reminded her. "I made that promise to my wife and you're not my wife anymore, are you now?"
Mia looked at me with no trace of regrets in her face as she admitted, "Yes, I'm not."
'She's not even sorry about it... She's not even sorry that she had hurt me!' I silently remarked, hating her for being a cold-hearted person now.
"You're awful, Mia." I said, after the pain in my chest turned my tongue sour and bitter. All I wanted to do now is hurt her too. To make her at least a part of my pain to let her know what I was feeling inside after everything she had done to me.
"I know." Mia nodded, as if it was easier to accept that than deny that she's not.
"You are just like your damn family." I scoffed at her, seeing that she was becoming like a good
