#Chapter240
/"Baby, I screwed up my dates for that promo we are filming in Vegas for the charity fight match in a month. I’ve to be on a flight tonight./" He looks upset, genuinely sorry, but I can’t sympathize when consumed by overwhelming pain. I turn on my heel to storm away, unable to look at him while this emotional and about to all out break down or snap monumentally. Brimming with so much chaos inside and I cannot get a handle on it right now.
/"Go then… Just fucking leave./" I yell at him, without turning and stomp towards our room. Biting back tears and hating myself for being this much of a mega bitch. Arry follows me at a distance and it just makes me worse as guilt and heartache pull me in two directions.
