85.

Eros’ POV

Betty gives me a stern look. She is hurt, I can see it but this is not the best place to be doing this.

“Come,” I have already made preparations for a suite. We could stay there until the program started. I just couldn’t do without seeing Dalia. And she looked exactly like I had seen her the other night.

The pregnancy looks good on her. I couldn’t help but feel proud as she waddled across the platform, ordering this and that.

I swiped my card and the door clicked open. I drag Betty inside. She refuses to sit but folds her hands and I know what she wants to ask.

“First of all, I want to apologise.” I say. I am the one offering first hand for peace. Even though I know what she has done, I keep giving excuses for her. She only meant good for me. “I wasn’t supposed to do all that. But you made me do it.”

She scoffs. “Is this your own way of punishing me? We have been friends for years. What changed?”

I removed my suit so that I could breathe well. Now, where is the AC remote? Th