Chapter 18

Ava's p.o.v

I been standing in front of the round wall mirror in my bathroom for close to 10 minutes now.

My body hideous with my cheeks decorated by dried streams of tears.

The set of eyes that were starring back at me look nothing like mine. Puffy and red obviously from work they have been subjected to.

Flashy memories of what had different precious night were providing it difficult for me to get my emotions in check.

My mind refused to forget that exact moment he had his lips locked to Ariel's. They way he had looked at me before he learned down to kiss her. He wanted me to watch, he did it internationally.

It's not the kiss that hurt me the most lips the sadistic motive behind it. Had what we had before mean nothing to him? Time and time again Bryson made sure to remind me of how pathetic I was. He made it clear through his insulting words.

But this time didn't have to put it in speech no,his actions showed it all. That smile he had sent my way after that kiss, it was purely sadis