He frowned, clearly annoyed. "Why are you treating that junk like it's precious? You should've thrown that garbage out long ago! The refrigerator reeks because of those old meat pies!"
I forced myself up, my hands pressing against the floor where the meat pies scattered.
My vision was blurred by the blood slowly trickling from my wound.
Eason, towering over me with a grim expression, lit a cigarette with a disdainful flick.
"Yara, stop being so pathetic. Do you think groveling on the floor is going to change anything? Just because I helped Cindy yesterday, you're acting like this?
"The wedding was a sham, so why are you flipping out now?
"Can a fake wedding be more important than human life?"
He still thought I was just mad about his absence from the wedding.
It wasn't about the fake ceremony.
It was about never being important to him.
For five years, I had been the lesser one in our relationship.
Perhaps compared to me, Cindy could be a better wife that he was satisfied with.
I was always waiting for him to come home.
All I got was news that he and Cindy were socializing together.
I sent him messages, asking him to drink less.