THE DEVIL'S FIRST LOVE
Though since he was alive, I couldn't care less, but I knew if I returned home just yet, Zoey would be dead meat so I only stayed to murder my anger first so I wouldn't murder her in the end.
“I'll remain here." I responded.
The door slammed open, another lady stepping out, she leaned in to the other one, whispering something to her.
They both stiffened, glancing back at me with pity in their eyes.
My brows arched. “What's going on?" I asked, tossing my phone into my pocket.
They both swallowed, as if they couldn't bring themselves to just tell me.
“Mr. Bianchi Roberto is, he's.” She paused.
"He's what?!” I shouted.