Hillary Pov
I sat in the kitchen as I waited for Greta to finish cooking. “Mrs Hillary, you can go to your room, I'll bring it to you.”
“I'm fine Greta, I'm just bored in my room.” She nodded timidly and resumed what she was doing.
Why isn't Rodrigo contacting me even after saying he'd contact me? That lying son of a b***h. “Ppft, why do I even care?”
“Did you say something, Mrs Hillary?” “Oh, no Greta.”
Men are such liars, especially Rodrigo. How do you suddenly leave your wife and forget to contact her?
“Greta, bring the food to my room.” I walked out of the kitchen and headed to my room. Why am I feeling his absence so much?
“Ugh,” I grunted while pulling my hair lightly.
I walked to my closet and scanned my clothes. There are some clothes I've never worn before.
I grabb
