Depressed

Micage's POV:

Damn her! She loved him? She loved Jones and not me? I scoffed, how pathetic. I know I tried a lot not to let the pain reflect but my efforts weren't working because I could feel the way my heart squeezed brokenly, I was so heartbroken. How can she choose him over me? How the fuck did he even get here? I owned the place yet no fucking person except Miriam had told me about Jones. Shit and that was when I lost it. The way Miriam had described to me what she saw them doing, I nearly thought they were going to have sex.

But now I do know that I no longer matter. Scarlett had undergone a lot of changes that I cannot deny and so did I. This love of a thing was really making me too weak...very weak and I fucking didn't like it.

Why does it seem like she was the stronger one and I'm the weaker one that craves for her love all the time. Is it because I'm suffering from the lack of our intimacy?

Of course, that was how things worked. The female mate never got to feel the pain f