VANNESA
He glared at me as if I had grown another head, his eyes burning with a mixture of anger and frustration.
The intensity of his stare made me feel as if I had committed some unforgivable offence. It was clear that if he were in better condition, he would have taken immediate action to teach me a lesson.
"Are you playing with me right now, woman?" he asked in an even tone. "I know I'm not in the state to even look her in the eyes, but she's still my mate," he exclaimed.
"Yes, she's your mate, as you exclaim, but she's just your mate in your head—not in your heart. You threw it in her face when you walked away from her, holding another woman's hand. How do you think she felt?"
The pain that etched across her face was undeniable. It held a mixture of disbelief and heartbreak.
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