What kind of pain

She should have been the one to be in Tony’s arms, but Myra had to come along and take everything away from her. In retrospect, she should have followed him back to Bradfort City months ago, but she hadn’t thought that he would fall head over heels for another woman within such a short span of time.

Gemma wanted to clench her fists, but a sharp ache tore through her arms whenever she moved her fingers. The injuries on her hands were already grave on their own, but any movement that required so much as an ounce of strength was enough to send a paralyzing pain through her bones.

She gritted her teeth. If he hadn’t provoked her the other day, she wouldn’t have lost control and rammed into him with her car, thereafter crashing into the oncoming truck. She wouldn’t have ended up in such a sorry state.

A fire burned in her eyes as she dwelled on those and at the thought of the video she had just received, she grew even more outraged.

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Tony and Myra had kept their evening stroll brief and b