Chasing His Betrayed Ex-Wife
she cried out and i glared her.
I stayed silent.
Her lips curled, but there was no warmth in her smile. "It made me realize something, *mi amor*," she said softly. "I have never been loved."she sanged
I snapped, "I don’t give a damn—where is she, Camila?"
She inhaled sharply, her smirk faltering for a second. Then, she laughed.
"Don't I look beautiful?" she whispered. "Aren't you going to look at me the way you look at her? Don’t you want to touch me, to want me?"