UNKNOWN POV.
Fate was a real bitch.
Even after everything I had done to Vladimir, to make him miserable and wish for death. He keeps coming back up even when you think he can't. And now he has a mate.
AGAIN! I threw my wine glass at the wall sending the wine spilling all over the plush rug but I couldn't care less about the damage. I was seething with rage.
I had to do something. I need to do something. I can't let him think even for a split second that he can ever be happy. Not while I am alive to do something about it.
I smirked walking towards the bottle of wine to pour myself another glass. I had a spectacular idea.
Oh Vladimir, better watch out because I am coming again and not even fate can stop me.
Rolling the wine glass in my hand, I sat on the armchair picking up my phone.
It's time to call her. I need to get started on my plan.