Chapter 45

I feel cold because of what I realized. Thousands of questions flooded my mind. And it made me cry without him even noticing.

"So now tell me, who--"

He was ranting about something, but I stopped him by slapping him hard. He gasped and stopped.

He stared at me with wide eyes and his jaw clenched, indicating his anger. He was mad at me for slapping him.

But his anger dissipated when he saw tears streaming down my cheeks. He approached me with questioning eyes, wondering why I slapped him and why I was crying.

"M-arra what happened," he said as he tried to reach for me, but I slapped his hand away.

"Marra, what--" I didn't let him finish his sentence. I immediately interrupted him and said, "Leave."

The confusion in his eyes deepened at my words. "Why?"

His question made me want to hurt him, to strangle him even, because he was so good at acting innocent. He was so good at pretending that he didn't know what was going on, even though the words came from his own mouth.

So what was it? He