77. Girls like you are prostitutes!

Vera’s POV.

Gosh, what did I just hear? My heart hammers against my ears as I reel in the words Claire just said.

They’re an item now? I ponder on it and I feel myself hurting. I shouldn’t be hurt but I can’t help it.

Does David love her? David accepted to date her?

The weight of the words made me fall so embarrassingly, my face reddened.

“Kid, are you okay?” David rushes to my side to help me up but I’m too wounded inside to feel anything.

With his help and Andrei’s who I wasn’t even sure about when he ran to my side, I rose to my feet again.

My throat clogs just as my heart. I find it hard to speak, much less gaze into their eyes.

“I’m sorry for the interruption…” I mutter and run back inside.

My heart is heavy.

My breath is labored.

My movements are faltering…it takes everything in me not to cave.

Claire’s really beating me in this cold war.

But hers is better, she’s just the perfect woman for a man like David but I’m in no way near perfect for him.

I am his foster daughter.

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