Most times my pillows had drowned in my sorrows, silently crying myself to sleep and never looking forward to a new day.

Each day and night had been a torture, a reminder that I was a dumped mate who was probably never going to be loved again. I mean, who was going to love or mate with someone who had a kind of baggage like mine?

I didn't know I could feel anything apart from love for Drake, but what I feel now is overwhelming hatred in the pit of my stomach. I was broken, and I have Drake to thank for all this misfortune that has been bestowed upon...