“Who is this?

What do you fucking want?” Her reply came, and I laughed loudly.

Moving to my bed, I sat up straight, my legs curled over the other.

I could almost feel the rage and frustration she must be feeling through her text.

“I’m saddened.

How could you forget me so easily?

Or has your husband finding the truth about what you did to his late wife five years ago seem so less now?” I typed, watching as the text showed two blue ticks.

She was typing, and that too furiously.

And I sat, my legs still curled above the other as I waited.

“What do you want?

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