Devon
At any second now, Devon will get up from this f*****g table and leave.
Elizabeth's been crying for the last two hours. Her lids are the size of bagels, and if she keeps this up she'll look like she's been punched in the f*****g face. She might even get him f*****g arrested for that. People will think he knocked her out cold. It doesn't help that her mascara is smudged. She looks horrid, absolutely terrible.
She sniffles and wipes her eyes with a soft, scented tissue for the hundredth time this afternoon. "I'm sorry, it's just you should've seen the way he kicked me out. I've never felt so degraded in all my life. We were engaged for eight years! He owes me more respect."
No, Devon thinks. He doesnt. "I can't begin to imagine how you felt. He's a real d**k, this ex of yours." C
