CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
Nicole's POV
Everything including time seemed to have stopped at the sight of the man that broke me, messing up my life. The anger and the pain rushed through me once again and it felt like it was choking me. It was impossible to think clearly when all I could see was red. I was about to turn around and walk away when his hand settled on my exposed shoulder. For a single stroke of a second, I couldn't breathe. The touch that once scared me, sent shivers of anticipation down my spine. Then he leaned forward and I f*****g hated how his touch made me feel breathless. My heart rammed pretty fast against my chest. I almost thought it would tear right through the thickness of my skin. What I didn't expect was him puking all over my Gucci dress, staining it with the disgust
