DESMOND
"Welcome home, Mr. Desmond." Lila, one of my maids, greeted me with a courteous smile as I sauntered in.
"I hope you had a splendid day?"
"No." I answered sharply before heading for the stairs leading to my room. As I shut the door behind me, the lights came on. My eyes immediately darted to the bed. One I once shared with Emmy. My teeth gnashed against each other as I recalled today's incident. I removed my clothes in anger and frustration intertwined before heading to the bathroom. Without thinking, I turned the shower on, causing cold water to storm against my body. I didn't care about the chills it was giving, I simply replayed my day's ordeals again.
Perhaps I flared up due to my hatred for her. Perhaps, I couldn't stand the sight of the way she hung by her new man. We
