He leaned forward slightly, his eyes meeting mine—the edge of frustration melting into something more vulnerable.
"You little troublemaker. You got jealous for no reason, made me sit in ice water all night, and then told me you slept with someone else. Do you know what that did to me? I thought my heart was going to fall apart."
On this point, Samuel was not mistaken. When Rhian and Samuel reunited after years apart, I had just started dating him.
When his friends saw Rhian again, with her short hair and tougher-than-most-guys attitude, they immediately began teasing.
"Sam, all those years we kept telling you to go find a woman, and you never listened. I honestly thought you were still hung up on that high school first love of yours."
"But now it's obvious. You didn't have the time. Look at her. She's more macho than I am. How could she ever compare to Leslie, who's soft and sweet? Can this girl even get married in this lifetime?"
Humiliated, Rhian unleashed a colorful stream of curses on them before storming straight to Samuel and forcing him to take her in as the eighteenth mistress.