Ivanna
Damn him!
I seethe, glaring at the rough reply he has sent me and I wonder if he has even read my messages carefully before replying.
Rolling on the bed, I pop on my stomach and stare at the screen. It's been more than a day since we have talked. I understand he's busy. That's why he's there. But can't he just make a call wasting five minutes?
I At least have that much importance.
This man! Sometimes he'll be like, nothing is more important than you, Iv. And sometimes he'll act like this.
Don't you miss me, Mr Husband?" I murmur, staring at the photographs on the wall.
My eyes don't blink as I peer at his face in the photo. I take his pillow in my embrace and nuzzle it.
"Seriously, I can't believe it. I think I'm going crazy!" I smile idiotically at the pillow. "I don't thin
