“Kayla wait,” he said, from behind me, but I ignored him. My mind was focused on one thing and that was getting to my room, so I could cry for the rest of the night. Then I felt his hand on mine and yanked it back. “I’m sorry, it,” he started to say.
“Wasn’t what it looked like? Or was it an accident, because I am so confused? Yesterday you told me how much you loved me and wanted to get married when this was all over, and yet today, on my birthday, you f**k another b***h. How could you do this to me?” I asked as tears flowed down my cheeks.
“Kayla, it’s a misunderstanding,” he said, as the girl walked towards us. Her face showed no shame, it was as if she had been waiting for this moment.
“Misunderstanding. I’m sorry, what the hell did I misunderstand? That you lied to me yesterday or
