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XVII. Knockout Round
I looked up at him, panting. He's already furiously staring at me, painfully gripping my arms while his body pressed against mine, trying so hard to intimidate me.
“What the hell, Elle?! Are you that desperate? That pitiful to come here at my wedding prancing with your new husband, no less my boss as an act of revenge? That’s low even for you.” Brad snarled, face inches away from my face.“An act of revenge? Really? Why would I ruin the very wedding I worked so hard for months, Brad?” I waited for some semblance of love I had felt for this man to came. It never did. The fact that the reality had already sunk in but the feeling was just never there. I wish I could have felt something. I just feel empty like the love that was supposed to be there vanish.
“Because you're jealous, Elle there's no other explanation.” The funny thing is, as I look at the man I've been with for eight long years I don't feel jealous. I'm mad but I'm not jealous.
“Jealous?! Me?
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