Taste ofVengance

Kiara:

Ever since I witnessed Zane with that lady, my life hasn’t been the same. Two days have passed, yet my body still aches, and I had been crying nonstop. On any other day, I wouldn’t give someone as condescending and disgusting as him a second thought, but he has cursed me with this bond.

“Ma’am,” Ariana interrupts my thoughts, “I think you should rest. Overthinking won’t solve anything.”

I sigh, my mind a whirlwind of confusion. Zane’s silence for the past two days has me on edge. What more does he have planned? I should have heeded Ariana’s warning not to play games with him.

“How can I rest at a time like this?” I ask, sitting up. “My life is crumbling, and I should have listened to you.”

Outside, something crashes in the hallway. “Zane,” I tell Ariana, standing abruptly. “And he’s not alone.”

Ariana tries to hold me back, but I swing open my room door. There stands Zane, his hands all over a different woman—she doesn’t resemble the one from two days ago.

“We should go back to