ANGELICA’S POV
It was cold. The other side of the bed was cold.
By the time I woke, both the men had left the bed and been long gone.
I looked at the ceiling with a soft smile, trying to comprehend everything around me.
It was happening and concerning.
I never had imagined myself as someone who would love being loved by two men simultaneously, but it was happening.
And the way that man was trying to corner me again was concerning and saddening.
If that man hadn't ruined my day with his thoughts because of the kind of trauma he had instigated in my head, I would've never run towards the forest, and nothing like that would have happened. He was affecting my life even with his absence, and it pissed me off.
Shaking my head to forget the bad times, I sat on the bed before wearin
