Marrying Mr. Arrogant
I mocked, glaring at him.
“Please, if I never mentioned that didn’t mean I don’t regret it, Saafia. I accept I am your culprit and I am repentant.” He called, a few tears shining on his eyes, searching for compassion.
I couldn’t bring myself to forgive him. Not anymore.
I knew what I went through without any support over my head and that bastard never paid for their actions.
And wow, that bastard is none other than the man I call my husband!
“I don’t need your repentance.” Enunciating angrily, I turned to leave for our room, not wanting to spend a second with him anymore.