His Poisoned Love, My Shattered Heart

Frazie

ble, her face contorted with fury. "That bastard!" she snarled,

oice a hollow whisper

er." She looked at me, her eyes bloodshot. "You're too good, Faith. You always choose to break rather than bend." She finished her drink, slamming the glass do

face in her arms o

flection in the dimly lit glass. W

washing over me. As I turned to leave, I bumped into one of Dale's friends. His eyes lit up with recognition. "Fai

alse innocence, had just lost a game. Her "punishment" was to kiss a random person. She glanced at Dale, a sly, predatory glint in her

, clearly disoriented. He tried to shake his head, but Jetta was already too close. Her soft fin

ed in and kis

Jetta saw me. Her eyes met mine, a smirk twisting her lips. She mouthed

go," I snarled at Dale's frie

, trying to appease me. "It's just

ne. "Did you see that, Faith? He kiss

, my voice dripping with venom. "A

isn't loved is the real home-wrecker! Look at you, so old, so ugly. And you thi

d through the room as my palm connected with her cheek. Her

she screeched, c

laced with pure rage. "Shut u

ion. Dale, his eyes still heavy with dri