Chapter 48

He asked for forgiveness. It was something I needed back then to move on, but that was then. Now, a lot has changed, and it has changed my perspective and the course of my life. And now, I don't need his damn sorry to move on. I need his life!

Instead of being happy because he finally apologized, I didn't feel anything. In fact, I felt even more irritated, so I just laughed at his sorry.

"Sorry?" I asked him, laughing. "Eat your sorry!" I looked at what he was cooking, grabbed the spoon he had just used, and threw its contents on the floor, some of it hitting him.

And since it was still in the pan, it was very hot, causing him to curse as some of it hit his stomach, which was already red and shiny from the sauce and heat.

"Ho! It's hot!" he complained. But instead of feeling sorry for him or feeling bad about the wasted food, I felt overjoyed, as if I had won the lottery.

Seeing him in pain brought out the hell of joy in me.

But honestly, the food looked good, and it was a bit of a sh