Chapter Twenty Five

She is married.

Widow

When?

How?

Why?

How could she? She started crying while exhaling heavily and with a surprised face. Her resignation letter was tightly clutched in my palms. Has she lied? When my fist made contact with the bottle, it fell to the ground and said.

"Ronald!" Everything that was put on the table was broken by me.

"How could she?" Screams fly everywhere as I am furious.

"Ronald": My father tried to stop me, but this is the worst thing she has done since returning.

“Ronald! Try to relax so you can ponder for a moment."

“Think for fuck. How could she continue to manipulate my emotions?" When I considered that someone might have had their hands on her, my entire world was shattered. She is impure. It's not my girl. She makes her choice while I'm not looking.

A widow

My entire body is on fire with rage. Today, I’m going to pick hell for her. I came first; she got married, then Brooks. Did she make all the plans? When I entered my flat, I shattered each and every bottle th