My blood boils as soon as Simon's press conference is done; I walk out as quickly as possible while still composing myself and controlling my anger. Everything he said to the media is a lie. I know that. I am so mad that I could tell the press how much he hurt me during the time that we were still living under one roof, but now, I didn't do that because I know my limits, and it's not in my nature to get revenge to someone after all.
"Sabrina, stop." I stopped walking when I heard Simon's voice; I looked at him with my greeted teeth and crossed my arms.
"Why are you acting like that?" He asks, so I laugh in disbelief; this man doesn't feel anything. He is numb, and he is only thinking about himself. How selfish he is!
"Stop playing fool here, Simon," I said, so he crossed his arm
