Do You Still Love Me?
JAMES' POV I did not linger on what I saw earlier, it wasn't the time to let my emotions take over me. Despite my clenched fists and trembling body from anger, I tried to remain in composure. Bursts of pure rage weren't necessary right now and it wouldn't leave a good impression on Andrea later on. I drove back home with a single thought in mind: To lock her up. I quickly went my way to the apartment Andrea and I lived in for almost half a decade. With a glance, I remembered how we were so excited to be each other's hand in living the independent adult life. Now, it's a part of us. This small apartment was what we called home. This will also be my little detention cell for my wayward Andrea. The moment I entered, I took a pot. I filled it with water and placed it on the stove I just ig
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