“She doesn’t deserve my respect. Not after what she allowed to happen,” I tell her, all the while feeling her anger simmering to the surface.
She doesn’t reply immediately. Instead, she closes her eyes for a second before opening them again. “One of these days you are going to regret all the s**t you said about her.”
I laugh at her words even though, for some reason, they send a shiver down my spine. She said them so surely. As if she knew and believed what she was saying. Her serious tone also doesn’t help at all.
“Whatever,” I mumbled, folding my elbows above my knees.
I sigh for the hundredth time, wondering why my life can’t be easy and boring. I didn’t ask for any of these, yet it was dropped in my lap. If it were up to me, I would have gone for a simple life, where my mate, child
