CHAPTER 8

Jenine's pov

I tried getting close to him but I was burned in the process.

I felt for him. Funny, because all he has done is treat me badly.

I fell for the monster, I thought that at the end, monsters had feelings but it seems this monster doesn't.

I sat down in the garden as I wrote in my journal. This journal has always been my safe space.

I could feel the breeze on my skin, and hear the birds chirping as I wrote in my journal. The scene was indeed beautiful.

I tried not to think about Gambino, but I failed when I saw him coming out of the house dressed, maybe he was done with the girl.

I was not naive, I know what most men in this field do, at least he would have had the decency to not do it in the house where I could see and hear.

I was so engrossed in writing, that I didn't notice when the weather changed until I felt a raindrop.

I would have stayed outside and played in the rain, but I didn't know when Gambino would arrive and he would obviously not like his Wife behaving like a