Eighty Nine

Lyla’s pov

“Argggh!” I shouted angrily as I was disorganizing the house, I can’t believe she said all those to me, I placed my hand in my head angrily. I just swallowed everything when I was there but I hated it so much.

Tristan mother has never liked me, she only accepted me because her dom was in love with me, now that he is married to someone else she thinks she can treat me the way she likes.

“I won't let that happen. I won't let her treat me like that next time.” I muttered to myself when I remembered the last line of what she told me, she was clearly trying to tell me that I should never try visiting again because I'm no longer welcomed here.

“Argggh!” I shouted again and rushed to get my phone so I can place acall to Diego. The moment I picked up my back I brought out my phone.

I tried calling Diego several times but he was not picking my call.

“Whag is wrong with everyone!” I screamed angrily and decided to try calling him for the last time and he finally picked my call.