Greta Story part 32

Ryan returned with a bottle of wine in his right hand and a bag of almonds in his left. Greta waved her hand, couldn't wait to drink more.

"Almonds?" Greta muttered as she snatched the package from Ryan's hand. Ryan nodded, "Yeah, I think you might want to have a snack," he said casually, his hands numbly opening the wine caps and pouring them into their glasses.

"So you were betrayed too......" Ryan muttered after finished the wine in his glass. Greta's eyes seemed to be half closed. Combination of drowsiness and wine effect.

"Yeah, everyone in the world knows that......"

"How does it felt?" Ryan asked, he leaned back against the sofa and closed his eyes.

"It felt your chest was being stabbed by a serrated knife and your bones were being ripped out of your body, I think you know how it felt too......." Greta said in a hoarse voice.

Ryan opened his eyes, his eyes stared blankly.

"Yeah, I guess that's how I felt too but in my case, it was a little different," he took a deep breath befo