Desiree’s POV

When I leave his place, I'm confused and frustrated; it feels like everything occurs in a rush, and then I'm crying because the way he delivered his words truly hurt me.

Maybe I should move on with my life and forget about him, he is just like a man who knows nothing about me. Calling me a slut is a big no-no. I won't tolerate that, I sighed then I just realized when my tears raced down on my face, its rolling slowly but I’m sobbing continuously.

“Miss, are you okay?”

The taxi driver asked me, I just stopped crying and pulled some tissue to wipe my tears...