I woke up on the wrong side of the bed, both literally and figuratively. I thought when I woke up, I'd feel better but instead, the noose had tightened around my throat and it was almost like my anger was choking me.
But that one question kept bugging me? How did that bastard find my house? Was he stalking me? I've moved out of his house, he owns the company, so why does he bother now? Why is he still apologizing? Why is he sending me flowers?
I locked the door and let out a breath of frustration. I've already began my Tuesday with anger and I don't expect this day to end well. Once I turned, there was Terri, stepping out too with his suitcase in hand.
We both exchanged looks and I muttered, "morning"
"Morning" he answered and we lingered for a second longer. He didn't deserve the w
