Chapter 43

Joan’s POV

What does he think I am—some kind of lady who he could just come back to, and I will accept him back? I was angry and annoyed that he slept with her after our conversation; it was just a blow in my ego that I meant nothing to him, just a swing of her fingers, and he was back to her like he didn’t just spend the best time with me.

For crying out loud, we just had sex, and it was good; he said it himself, but he chose to act crazy just so he could escape from me, then spent the rest of the day talking with her and probably sleeping with her, then came back to me with a lame excuse that he spent it in the hospital.

She was rich and could afford whatever company she chose, but because she chose him instead, I couldn’t breathe. I liked him so much that I wanted him for myself; I wanted him all to myself and not her. Whatever she had, I had it, but it seemed he loved her more than me.

I felt stupid saying what I had just said, but I just needed someone, but Fred wasn’t the one fo