“This motherfucker,” Dog gritted out.
Seeing the picture, I looked away, feeling betrayed.
Cheated.
Used.
“Zahra—” Milk was rushing to me, but I quickly raised my hand.
“I’m fine. I just need a little—a little space; I’ll be back.”
I walked out of the kitchen area and down to Elio’s bedroom. Only when I was inside, locking the door behind me, did I breathe. It was heavy, and my heart was breaking.
I didn’t want to believe it. I knew how fucking hard my senses had tried to tell me about this, but I had ignored it because I trusted him in that respect—in that respect and more. I didn’t think he would do this. He had preached about his respect for women and how he wouldn’t want to repeat what his father had done to his mother.
But apparently, that was fucking bullshit. Elio was no different.
I wouldn’t cry.
I swallowed the lump in my throat and blinked away the stupid sting and burn in my eyes.
No. I wouldn’t cry.
This wouldn’t be the first time somebody used me. No. But I would make sure to fucking hell it was the last. The last time I would open my heart to someone and let them hurt me.
If he hadn’t wanted me—if he had wanted that perfect fucking Barbie—why did he lead me on like this? Why would he make it seem as though I was the only one that he wanted?
My vision blurred, and I shook my head with a frown, whipping out my phone as I paced the length of the room.
Anger came next. Mixing with the hurt as I opened his chat box and started typing.
I deleted the rubbish line of questions and typed out another again, but deleted it. My fingers were unsteady, and the anger inside me wanted me to say the meanest fucking thing my brain could come up with, but each time I typed it out, I ended up deleting it again.
I didn’t want to hurt him.
But he had hurt me.Hehad hurt me, so why was I sparing his feelings?
Fuck this.
Me:
We found ur little yellow-wrapped gift from ur sweet Gemma Parisi.
I don’t kw what to say because I never thought u would do this. After all the crap examples u gave of ur father, u turn out to be no different.
I sounded like a fucking fifteen-year-old, but my angry fingers kept typing. I wasn’t thinking, wasn’t stopping, just typing and sending, spamming.
Me:
I don’t kw what gave u the impression that u could cheat on me and get away with it like I’m some easy fuck by the side that u could sway with stupid words that mean absolutely fucking nothing.
Even knowing how guarded I am about relationships, u still did this to me, made me look like a fool the day she came to ur suite on the cruise. U were fucking some other woman while trying to rope me into a relationship with u for some fucked-up reason.
I’m pretty sure u were laughing at me in ur fucked-up head when I told you I couldn’t have kids. u already have someone who can give u kids.
Why are men like this? Why the fuck did u see the need to lead me on when u know u have someone even more perfect on the side?
I can’t believe I didn’t see it. You’re good, I’ll give u that.
