A wave of nausea surged up my throat, and I rushed to the bathroom, vomiting until I was dizzy.
Daniel followed me, patting my back in a panic, trying to make me feel better.
“Don’t touch me!” I spun around, glaring at him with pure hatred.
It was no wonder he had been acting so strangely back then. A man who had always been a workaholic suddenly abandoned his job to spend half a month with me.
I had been overjoyed, thinking it was because he truly loved me. Turns out he was just drowning in guilt after cheating on me.
What made it worse was that they had been together in our bedroom, on the bed where Daniel and I had slept for seven years…
My furious stare seemed to terrify him. He stood frozen, motionless, for what felt like an eternity.
With nowhere to vent my rage, I shot to my feet and stormed into the bedroom. My eyes scanned the room until they landed on the eyebrow razor sitting on the vanity.
I grabbed it and slashed at the duvet cover, the sheets, the pillows—like a mad woman.
Feathers from the down comforter scattered through the air like snow, leaving the room in complete chaos.
Even so, it still was not enough. Everything dirty needed to be destroyed!
