CHAPTER 112: WHAT KIND OF VOODOO IS THIS?

“........... Let us love one another, ye ye ye, what are you saying....ye ye ye...”

Avita, who was finally in a good mood, was busy preparing dinner for herself while humming a remix of various songs as one.

‘You haven’t even checked in on me at this point. You absolutely have no heart. Because you want to play this game, dear, I will make you regret it, trust me!’ she swore inwardly as she reflected on Miguel’s failure to look for her, call her, or visit her.

She had left the house earlier, wanting to do something that would catch his attention and entice him to return, but who knew she would run into one of his other mistresses and be caught off guard?

If you’re wondering why she suddenly changed when she was a good girl who seemed upright and just got out of the way owing to Miguel, all she has to say is that she got tired of pretending.

She had nearly lost her actual personality after living with Patrick for too long, and she was honestly going insane with everything. And now that