"You bitch!" he screamed.
The love of my life who was supposed to protect me never really cared. And now, I know why.
His hand was wrapped protectively around her, the real bitch of the century if you asked me.
Acting like an innocent girl when she's in fact nothing but a slut. Just some normal girl who thinks that just because she's poor and innocent, some rich guy will automatically fall to her feet.
And that he did. My fiancè of fifteen years fell for her just like that.
Yes, we were never going to marry for love. But I learned to love him, and he said that he was starting to learn that too
...until she came along.
Bitch? That's what he called me... But am I the real Bitch for fighting for what was mine from the start?
No, I'm not. That's for sure.
I'm not a Bitch; I am THE Villainess.