Get Down On Your Knees And Beg, Ex-Husband
Samanthawife don't leave me novelforget my husband i'll go make money chapter 62when i left him, my husband begged me to come backi left my husband without hesitation novel
It dripped onto the floor, mixing with the water and glass, creating tiny red pools that spread and blended together.
"Jesus Christ," I muttered, pressing my other hand against the wound, trying to stop the bleeding.
What was happening to me? What was I doing?
I was a mess. A complete and total mess.
I walked quickly to the bathroom, my hand still pressed against the cut, leaving a trail of red drops behind me.
I turned on the sink and held my palm under the cold water, watching as the blood washed away, swirling down the drain in pale pink streams.
The cut wasn't deep. Just a surface wound that had bled. It would be fine in a few days. Barely even leave a scar.