"Make it up to me when, Bruce?!" I snapped. "You never have time for me anymore. I get so lonely at home all day." I trailed off my sentence, shaking my head with embarrassment. "Why do you think I spend my nights writing novels? I have nothing else to do."
"Look," Bruce yawned. "I've got a celebration evening at work today. A ball. You should come with me."
"A ball?" I repeated. "You think I want to go to a ball full of rich snobs, as your trophy wife?"
The last thing I wanted to do was go to a ball surrounded by people I didn't get along with. Surrounded by people who probably thought even worse of me than Bruce did.
"Trophy wife?" Bruce snarled, repulsed. "You're acting like you're some sort of model." He shook his head frustratedly. "All you'll ever be is average at best, babe. But it's good for appearances if you go." He folded his arms angrily, and I could feel my eyes sting as they began welling with tears again. All Bruce did was criticize my appearance and the way I looked, and it was driving me sick and mad. "You're always complaining to me that we never go anywhere, so stop barking down my throat and go into town and buy yourself a nice dress for tonight."
JE LEEST
Forbidden Fruit: A Dark Mafia Love Triangle Romance
RomantiekArturo Abruzzi tore the world apart to find the woman that he loved, who mysteriously disappeared without a trace. Feeling empty without her. Cold. Numb. Hollow. Feeling like he was better off dead. Better off six feet under the fucking ground. And...
