#Chapter122

“Tasha, hey.” He says softly, still motioning at me to wait frantically, but I only shake my head at him in utter disgust and look him up and down as though I am seeing him for the first time and don’t like what stands before me. Rage and broken ache tearing through me at speed, making me feel dirty and worthless in one fell swoop.

He just cheated on that girl and here he is soothing down the phone as if nothing has happened. Fucking dog! Like most men.

I turn and haul the door open, not waiting to hear it close before I am stomping towards the stairs...