Mirela

“Fucking idiots…” I muttered under my breath, my eyes glued to the television as I swallowed my breakfast.

The news flashing across the screen made my blood boil, and the fact that Arlene sat beside me in complete silence only fueled my irritation.

The spy I had placed on Arlene and Liam had reported back, detailing a heated argument between them, one where Arlene had furiously slapped him after seeing some message.

The images were clear enough. The slap, Liam helping Arlene change her shoes, the kiss that followed. It was all there. Enough proof to support whatever ridiculous story they were trying to sell. But I knew better....