Seventy-Five  

Seventy-Five

Naomi

It was too late. Disappointment fueled me as I stared at the part of his cheek. He was with someone else. That was why he cared less if I was in the clinic.

He replaced me in less than a month. Maybe he did mean it when he said he decieved me all through.

Maybe he meant it when he said he didn't love me.

My heart felt hollow as I stared at him, not believing my thoughts.

He rose a taunting brow at me. "What? Surprised you weren't able to kill me?"

I swallowed harshly as my eyes never left the spot on his face. What was there to save? He looked better without me. He looked like he was having the best time of his life.

His hands pulled on the hem of his shirt, tugging it off his chest and throwing it to the floor.

My eyes widened as I took in his chest, forgetting the reaction I usually had to seeing his muscular chest, but this time something else held my attention.

My breath caught in my throat as I studied the tattoo.

My name intwined with a snake.

It was so bea