"Vio, can you come with me to the gym?"
That loathsome voice crawls into my ears, shoving away any trace of appetite. I can't even have breakfast in peace. "No, I have to submit my new system design" I decline, keeping my eyes fixed on the bowl as he settles across from me, wearing that same irritating smile.
"I have appointment today. Can't you fill in for me?" My gaze lifts, a serene expression masking the frustration simmering beneath. Enzo Leonore, a professional boxing trainer—the man who has birthed five champions in twenty years—is actually an abusive husband.
Can you believe it?
I don't get why people worship a bastard like him. I wish to sew his lips and cut his head off. That dirty blonde hair irritates me. His dark brown eyes fuel my rage. His whole existence is a nausea. "Why should I?" I return a question to his question. "Vio, go help him out"
