His angry words echoed in the gloomy room, each syllable cutting into my heart like a sharp knife, leaving me feeling more isolated than ever.
The phone beeped with a busy tone, and the tattooed man shot me a mocking glance before snatching it away with a grin. “Tsk tsk tsk. I didn’t expect you to be such a pathetic pawn, treated like a toy by Asher, coming and going as he pleases. Now you’re in danger, and he doesn’t lift a finger to save you. Looks like your place in his heart is pretty dispensable.”
His words pierced through me, leaving me utterly disheartened. Just when I thought I was beyond saving, I heard the sharp sound of high heels clicking on the floor.
Without a word, the newcomer slapped me hard across the face. “How does it feel to be abandoned, huh?” she sneered.
“You think you hold a high status in Asher's heart, but you’re living in a fantasy.”
It was Dorothy, her chin lifted in a smug display of triumph. But her expression twisted into one of fury as she continued, “I didn’t expect you to be so cunning. You tried to claim Asher for yourself and even threw dirt on him.”
