Gold digger
Gosh, I can stand anyone throwing things at me about being a gold-digger and all but not this judicial look from him. No, I hate it. "Mia," Red utters, his eyes wide surprised. "I wasn't thinking of anything like that." He looks wounded. "Well it's what I hear every time someone asks how I met him and why I got married to him. Why? Couldn't I have gotten married to him for the reasons any other woman gets married for? Yes, I made a mistake doing it and I'm paying for it! But do I have to feel condemned by you, too?" My outburst is beyond measure and I wonder what's wrong with me. I’m overwhelmed, tears filled in my eyes, regrets, mistakes, all memories surging like a wild fire in my blood. I get up abruptly, my appetite gone. "Thanks for breakfast," I whisper and rush out of
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