WHERE IT STARTED

VERONICA’S POV

It was the loud sound of my phone that woke me up that morning. As I made to reach for my phone, I landed on the ground.

“Ouch!” I groaned and then cussed under my breathe the next second the instant I realized I had unintentionally rolled past the edge of the sofa thinking I was in the bed.

Angry, I reached for my phone and without checking the caller I quickly turned the damned thing off.

Poor phone, taking in all my frustration.

Who else would I possibly pour it out on if not the poor innocent phone.

“Oh shit...why do I feel so tired?” I groaned as I forced myself up and back on the sofa.

Events of the previous weeks came rearing up in my head. A sigh escaped my lips.

It had been hell for me as a woman but for Lawrence, it was worse.

Bianca was almost driving him nuts. She was on the verge of turning him into a walking corpse.

She would call him when he would be at work and demand for the most impossible things with the silliest reason.

Lawrence couldn’t say no. How