"Do you think I care about making a fucking scene?" I roared. Riccardo folded his arms uneasily, looking uncomfortable because I had bloody murder written all over my face. "Her husband fucking left her alone to flirt with another woman. That bastard!"
I wanted to make this bastard suffer.
"It's not your place to say anything, bro," Riccardo breathed, letting out a sigh.
This only made me even angrier. I folded my arms bitterly, trying my best to get myself together, but I was failing.
Knowing that I hadn't been there for her.
Knowing that I couldn't protect her.
Knowing that I left her to be with a man she didn't want to be with.
The guilt was eating me up inside.
I'd given up on her...
Given up on us.
And that was just screwing with my mind to the point of no fucking return.