(HOSEA)
I WAS FUMING MAD when Joy talked about that bastard called James. I want to meet that son of a b***h and introduce my fists. I was not a violent person. I was raised to be polite, calm and patient. But when it comes to Joy Madrid, I feel like a caveman willing to do anything to protect her happiness.
She has gone through so much. Not only was her heart broken but also her body and spirit. Just imagining how she deteriorated and got consumed by clinical depression because of that man was enough for me to feel murderous. If not for Joy’s touches and kisses, I might have punch the wall in anger.
I was still trying to control my emotions when she mentioned another man’s name. The small smile and affectionate glint in her eyes caught me off guard. “Who?” I
