~{DAPHNE'S POV}~
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Touching my cheek, I flinched at the pain while stepping out of the airplane and going to where my car was parked.
Look how Clifford bruised my pretty face. It was annoying and I could sue him for it but I decided not to.
"This way ma'am," a personal bodyguard guided me to my car and made sure I got in safely before he left.
Finally seated inside, I sighed heavily and went through my phone to read the comments.
'IF THEY WERE MEANT TO BE WHY DON'T THEY JUST GET MARRIED?'
'EVEN THOUGH ARLEEN DID WRONG DAPHNE SHOULDN'T MEDDLE IN SOMEONE'S MARRIAGE LIKE THAT!
'ISN'T CLIFFORD BEING SATISFIED BY HIS WIFE?'
'IF HE'S HAVING AN AFFAIR WITH THE PERSON HE WANTED TO MARRY THEN IT MEANS HE'S STILL NOT OVER HER'
'WHY ARE RICH PEOPLE SO CONFUSED?'
'JUST LET ARLEEN AND HER HUSBAND BE!'
Smiling, I turned off the phone and looked out the window.
