ELENA DUVALI was in the kitchen, pretending I was invested in whatever soap opera Greta had been watching. I didn't know how I was aware of the running shower from the master bedroom.Gosh, I hated this feeling and I wish I could just flush it away.“Goodness! I really don't get adults these days,” I pulled out of my thoughts as I heard Greta's curse in Italian.I flicked my attention back to the soap opera I had been pretending to watch. “And why?” I asked.“She obviously loves him,” Greta huffed again, sounding more angrier than the woman on the TV.“Love is a strong word, Greta. And how'd you even know she loves him,”“She'd been thinking of him all day and wondering why he'd left her at night in his bed,”“Well then, I think she hates him instead, and not love. If he had cared even a fragment for her he wouldn't have left her all alone that night, naked in her bed, making her feel like he'd rather go fuck the first random whore he sees than his own fucking wife,” The words left m
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