The car ride was as quiet as a graveyard.

Edward was not speaking to me, not because he can't talk, but because he knows that I'm so mad….. but because I'm at the edge of voicing out my anger like a mad person.

He continued driving while maintaining his gaze on the road until we got to a lonely road.

Edward parks his car and turns around to glare at me. He brought out his iPad and quickly typed something on it and showed it to me.

"Cecelia I'm sorry!". Edward type.

"Are you sorry for having a girlfriend or are you sorry for the way your mother treated me?"....