It was Tuesday. Two days since all those events unfolded. Two days since my life and probably sleep schedule got f*cked up. And now, it’s going to be more f*cked up.
My fiancé, Lucas, came barging into my office at the clinic, with a bouquet of flowers in his hand. As he entered, he looked very guilty and apologetic.
“Zai… babe, I came here to apologize, and clear things out.” He muttered before he sat down at the chair in front of me, but I didn’t respond and just stared at him.
“I know what I did that day was inexcusable, I’ve hurt you, not only by my words, but by my actions as well. I am truly sorry for that, I got carried away by my anger and unconsciously did it, but trust me, Zai. It won’t ever happen again, I promise.” He apologized, full of remorse. But I remained just
