The jealousy and resentment simmering in Carlos' heart had built up to the breaking point, and at last, they erupted in full force, triggered by the woman's unflinchingly resolute words.
He hated it. Hated how this woman kept thinking about that dead man every second of the day.
He was Carlos-the Mortons' golden boy, her childhood friend, the guy who had been by her side all those years. And yet, five years with Bruce somehow outweighed everything they had growing up?
Bruce was gone. Long gone.
But somehow, not even death could help Carlos win? Really?
Fine. If things had to be that way... then so be it. If he couldn't love her, he'd hate her.
With that twisted thought in mind, Carlos grabbed Fiona roughly by the wrist and dragged her outside.
"Talking about karma? N
