Billionaire's Regret: His Ex-Wife Returns From The Dead
But even that has turned too stubborn that they roll down my eyes with every breathe I take to hold them back.
Zeath chuckles. “What did I tell you about jealousy, and envy? I see it in your eyes now. And I was mistaken. It does look good on you. Desperation too. Adds more entails to what you are; a desperate sl-t. Frolicking for love. The love you never gave, and will never get.”
“Stop,” I croak out, shaking my head, my chest heaving.
More thunders, more lightening. I think I’ve grown immune to them. Now, the only thing that scares me are Zeath’s next words.