ROSINA
Gosh! How dare he? I can't believe he actually sends me out just to frolic around with some weird women.
I expect this from a mafia boss, but what I wasn't expecting is for him to do it in front of me.
To think he doesn't give a damn about my presence. Anger radiates within me as I walk towards the car.
Gosh! I am utterly down. I shouldn't be brooding over this. What's the use of getting angry when this is just a contract marriage?
I sigh deeply as I watch him walk toward me. His face is icy, just like his steps.
His cold demeanor sends shivers down my spine, and I'm hit with conflicting emotions as I watch him.
"To the car," he orders without glancing at me.
I expect him to say something—anything—after what happened. Shouldn't he dare explain? I am his wife-to-be, for good
