Finding The True Self

Synopsis

After throwing Danielle Duke's lingerie photo right in Lance's face, I lost control. Grabbing his tie in a frenzy, I spat out every vile word I could think of from my entire miserable life. I screamed, "Get the hell out, Lance! "Why didn't you and that bitch die in bed together? "You shameless pair! May you die a horrible death and your bloodline end with you." Only someone who once was the closest knew where to cut deepest. I gripped Lance's tie so tight that he could barely breathe, his handsome face turning a livid shade. He shoved me away, the veins on his hand standing out. He straightened his tailored suit, his gaze icy, as if he were looking at something worthless. Then, he laughed. "Yeah, I'm shameless. "But don't forget that you stripped naked at eighteen and crawled into my bed, sobbing and begging me to sleep with you. "And then, you got pregnant and chased me to my dorm, making a huge scene for everyone to gossip about." What used to be the most passionate devotion had become the sharpest knife. The man I'd loved for ten years was using my most humiliating memories to shame me in front of all the guests. He did that all for his delicate, innocent first love, Danielle, standing by his side.