Dear fiancé: I am beautiful again
He bent to my level and examined me properly.
“I’m sorry, please stop crying. Tell me, what can I do for you to stop causing a scene?”
I suddenly looked up at him, my crying reducing into whimpers. I studied his features, he had a manly handsomeness with a hard face and the cutest lips.
“Fuck me!” I blurted out, surprised by my audacity.
“What?” He raised a brow.
“Please, I beg you. Or don’t you find me attractive? You don’t right? That’s why everyone hates me, it’s because I’m not beautiful,” I began a fresh round of tears.
Bab Populer