Eighty Three

“Woah, woah.. don’t take it out on the poor phone.” Mark laughed mockingly, grabbing his phone from Marcel.

“Wait, you did not really think she gave up the company to be with you. Nah.. she did that because the damn witch already had a plan cooking up her sleeve, and humiliating me at the alter was just one of her many plans.”

“Where is she?” Marcel asked, his eyes bloodshot.. his fist tightened.

“Who? Your ex-girlfriend or your ex-wife? Sorry I don’t really know what your relationship with Abigail is, seeing as the both of you divorced has been processed. Ohh I get it, she’s your girlfriend.. sorry about that.” Mark raised his hands up, his laughter getting on Marcel’s nerves.

Marcel breathes out, controlling the anger surging through his veins, “Where is Racheal?”

“Ohh, you meant your ex-girlfriend. I can take you to her.” He suggested shrugging.

“Just give me the damn address.” Marcel said through gritted teeth.. he knew if he was to spend more time with the bastard, he might end