Chapter 45

Dion and Mpumi had become comfortable with each other. Now they found it easy sharing their ordeals with each other. Not long ago, the billionaire and the hustle-girl had sworn to hate each other. None of them could predict that they would lean on each other someday.

Dion had been curious as to why Mpumi would wake up in the middle of the night and weep. He had thought that she was still mourning the loss of her mother.

“I couldn’t care less about that one.” Mpumi said, “She died a long time ago in my heart.” She pulled down the black band round her wrist. She exposed the mark on her wrist. It was a big map birthmark that almost covered her entire wrist. She started fiddling with it. It was a pity Dion could not see it.

“I did bad things,” in the quietness, Mpumi had said.

“You too?”

“I’m way worse.”

“What did you do?”

“I didn’t deserve him