Salara’s POV
I don’t know what came over me, but suddenly I found myself yelling out at Derrick. “Why don’t you go ask your w***e what has happened to me?” Once those words left my lips, I instantly regretted them, but I held firm in my anger and fixed a glare on my face. I will not be played by another man.
Derrick’s body flinches back at the sound of my voice, my words catching him by surprise. I watch as genuine confusion crosses over his face, causing me to second guess my accusation for a moment. Just as I was about to apologize for my outburst, a look of understanding appeared on Derrick’s face, causing me to bite my tongue.
Remorse takes over Derrick’s features as he lifts his right hand to rub the back of his neck in that nervous habit of his. “Daphne did this to you?” He asks
