SIXTY THREE

Seth is such a man child; instead of him coming to me accepting his wrongs and then maybe I would dance around on it and forgive him easily, he chose to be salty about it, constantly ignoring and pretending that I didn’t exist—well, guess what? Two can play that game.

It was childish seeing him use Bella to make me jealous, or that is what I think because this is so obvious, whatever he thinks he is doing.

He sees me and suddenly remembers that Bella is by his side.

I just don’t want to think he is using her, but to me, it does seem that way.

While I was in the living room planning Carmela’s sweet sixteenth birthday bash with the event planner, Seth came around. I would say he has been miserable these past few days and was just waiting for the right opportunity to approach me.

I never even noticed that I had this man wrapped around my fingers, and now it is so glaring and funny too.

“Mrs. Thatcher, you have a package delivered." Seth brought in a large brown envelope, which was sealed