On my birthday few months ago, ana had insisted we throw a party for me, Damian left all the birthday preparations to her, she had thrown a princess party for me knowing fully well i hated parties like that.
And now i was in the guest room of my matrimonial home with stitches on my stomach while my husband who promised to never hurt me cooked dinner for another woman.
My phone dinged bringing me out of my thoughts, my order had arrived. I went down to slowly using the wall as support, pain shot from my head and my stomach but i ignored it, i had to eat.
My body shook uncontrollably as i went out of the room, i had to eat something.
When i went finally made it down i saw ana standing in the middle of the living room with my takeout in her hand, she took off the cover and began to eat it.
“ ana” i screamed her name,
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That was mine; she had taken my husband, home, car, and job. Did she have to take my takeout too?
“Oh sorry, I was still hungry, so I thought you wouldn't mind sharing,” she said, blinking her eyes at me as tears gathered in them.
Doesn't she ever get tired of crying?