The burning question Zyair had asked himself innumerable times, the question he had searched the answer for was the last emotion she played with.
But he was done with people playing with his emotions, especially this woman who was the sole reason his life spiralled into hell. The hell he still lived in and endured everyday.
Nothing but pure vile hatred descended in his mostly serene eyes. The serenity this woman on the floor didn't deserve from him.
"Considering he slept with someone like you, I am guessing he will be as loathsome and despicable as you are or he wouldn't have abandoned me. No respectable man sleeps with a whore and leaves her pregnant."
He told her with a dismissive shake of his head, the tears burnt the back of his beautiful eyes. Every trace of that sly smile was wiped from her face.
He just wanted her gone, the last time he had seen her he had begged her not to send him away but she showed him no mercy.
