Chapter sixteen

Peter Wellington

I am intrigued by the way she eats, talks, smiles, laughs. Her eyes sparkles each time she takes a bite from her toast or a sip from her coffee.

She has too many similarities to Natasha. If I'm not mistaken, they have almost the same face. Is that why I'm admiring her? Definitely.

I still miss every bit of Natasha. I found love in her. We were fine. I was almost going on my knees to propose to her and make her my wife and the mother of my kids. She left a week before I got to purchase the ring. 

Those memories breaks my heart everyday. A lot of times I would want to have her to get the TV good for Friday my arms, with her body pressed against my body,  Everyday I try to find out where I went gone wrong but I can't find a reason to warrant her running away from me.

Karen is still talking to Mike over the phone. I can see the gleam in her eyes as they talk. The same gleam I used to see in Natasha's eyes.

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