“Am I?” I scanned him from head to toe. “Before you hurl insults at someone, make sure you yourself aren’t worthy to be insulted by the same insults too.”
His words, his expression, his actions...they no longer hurt that much. I’m used to hearing and seeing those things. That’s why I broke up with him and rejected him.
I’m no longer a fool. Even a fool in love has its limits.
The silence between us is more deafening than his loud uneven breaths, the clenching and unfurling of his fingers into a fist.
We just stood there by the foyer, staring at each other like some bulls debating who’s going to charge first.
Alpha Jonathan exhaled, "I went with Emilia today. Don't you have anything to say about that?"
My brows met. “Do I have to?” I shrugged and walked towards the living room. “I think that’s great. You finally courted her after all those years of lying to yourself—and me.”
Jon looked at me beneath his shadowed gaze and laughed. “Well, if you’re done whining, Anastasia, then I’d better go. Emilia is waiting for me for dinner.”
“Good. Enjoy your meal and don’t come back if you don’t want to.” I was too tired to argue further that I just slumped on the couch.