Irritation filled his eyes. "Stop making that face, bitch," No, don't call me that, darling. I'm okay you calling me by my name, but please, not that. "It makes me wanna puke."
He leaned on the sofa. "Just to let you know, because you look clueless, we'll be wedded tomorrow," He stood up and slowly walked towards me. He bent over and leveled our faces. "If you're dreaming of a fairytale-like wedding, stop that, bitch. I'll make sure to ruin your dreams and plans just like how you shattered mine."
I gulped. I can feel his breath on my face. He scanned me and slightly slapped my cheeks. He moved away. He turned his back on me and stretched his body. He started cracking his joints.
I looked down ans played with my very own fingers. I parted my lips, ready to speak but immediately retre
