Please Me, Daddy
EliJamy ex-fiancé went crazy when i got marriedmy marriage makes me feel dead insidecalling him daddy in bedforget my husband i'll go make money chapter 62
I leaned against the door slightly, elbow propped, head resting against my hand.
No one had access to this car, except her.
The note remained closed in my palm for a moment longer before I unfolded it.
I stared at the messy handwriting.
It was a list.
Company names. Some I recognized, others were smaller firms, a few mid-tier advertising houses.
Each name had been crossed out. Sometimes with one clean line. Sometimes scribbled out like the writer was irritated and dissatisfied. It was like watching someone chase a dream and kill it with every stroke of a pen.