CHAPTER SEVENTY-NINE
His face was a mas of puzzlement; almost as though he didn’t understand what I was saying. I approached, taking one slow stride after the other and aware of how much tension was in the silent, chilly night. I looked at him in the eyes, letting my raw emotions show; rage, hate, pain; all of it. I wanted him to see what exactly he had done to me; the kind of woman he turned me into.
“What are you talking about babe?” he asked. I had no idea whether he was pretending to be oblivious or not. Either way, it was only spiking my rage against him.
“Cynthia,” I let the one name I loathed so much, slip through my lips, arms crossed under me.
At first, surprise then shock hit his face but he quickly wiped them off, replacing his expression with a perfectly curated confused e
