"Sweetheart..." my mother hesitated. "There’s a lot I know about what you’ve been through. It breaks my heart to see you suffer with Brandon. If you’ve made up your mind, I’ll come and bring you home right now."
I declined her offer.
In five days, there was a significant occasion.
I wanted Brandon to witness my happiness firsthand on that special day.
When I took a cab home, I heard Karina’s laughter before I even entered the house.
Her pale legs were draped over Brandon.
When I walked in, he instinctively pushed her away. But after realizing it was me, his expression hardened with anger as he snarled, "You’ve got the nerve to come back? Do you have any idea how much embarrassment you caused me today?"
His little mistress nearly ruined my life, yet all he cared about was his pride.
It was always the same. He would show his perfect façade of affection in public, and his unrelenting coldness behind closed doors.
Karina shot me a smug look and brushed her hair back with the hand wearing that diamond ring.
The dazzling multi-million-dollar gem made my disheveled state even more humiliating.
I removed the fake diamond ring from my finger and tossed it in front of Brandon.