TWENTY

DEVON

No matter what, I felt like killing the man in front of me. Of course, I was the one who set them up, but still, I felt angry at him for touching my woman. And coming to that, how come my plan didn't work?

Was it that Karen fought with her life just to make sure she wasn't raped? No, this must have just been an act; yes, he must have been expecting me. That crafty woman.

I looked at her coldly with a smirk.

"Did you have to be that vicious?" I said. She stared at me in confusion.

"What were you saying, Devon?" she asked.

"Don't you think I don't know what you are thinking? You are just putting on an act; you are always pretending," I shouted.

"Devon, you... You were the one who set me up, right?" Her eyes are bloodshot.

I felt exposed, but I still wasn't going to admit it. "Why would I set you up? I already knew you were a whore, so what's the point? I didn't need evidence."

This time, she looked so angry and did something I never expected. S