[Olivia]:
My purse clattered against the marble counter and I heaved a deep sigh, raking my fingers through my hair as I stared into the mirror.
Turning on the faucet, I washed my hands, hoping it would release the tension from my body and make me feel less angry and anxious.
I never believed a day would come when I would resent Jason or yearn to give him a punch in his face. As miserable as he was right now, I wanted him to suffer more. I wanted him to experience worse than he had made me experience.
And that was why returning to my seat and pretending I was over what he did to me was going to happen. I was going to make him trust me to the point of almost being in love with me. I didn't care what lengths I would go to make him suffer.
I reapplied my lipstick and made my way out
