Semua Bab My Tormentor Is My Lover [Tormentor Series #2]: Bab 1 - Bab 5

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ROSEIt had been days since I’d even looked at my phone. After calling him again and again the day he left and hearing nothing, I’d tossed it into a corner like a cursed object.But now as it rang, hope flickered to life inside me. Monica said, “Oh, I found your phone under the loveseat. It was switched off, so I charged it. There are loads of messages from Natasha. She’s been trying to reach you. I didn’t know what to say to her, so I haven’t picked up any of her calls.”The mention of my best friend brought a fragile smile to my lips. “It’s okay, Monica. Thank you. I’ll talk to her. I don’t want her to worry. She’s probably enjoying her honeymoon right now.”Monica didn’t respond immediately. She just looked at me. She knew. She always knew. But being the kind of friend she was, she didn’t say a word about the storm behind my eyes.“I’ll leave you to it, then.”“No.” I grabbed her hand, my voice barely functioning. “Don’t go. I don’t want to be alone.”Her eyes shimmered, and she t

ROSETwo weeks later…Something was wrong with me. One moment I was happy and in the next I was sad, bawling my eyes out like a crazy mad woman. It happened five times in the last three weeks. First was when I was with Michael and he had taken me to a non-date date (yeah, he knew I wasn’t ready and I knew he wanted to take me on a date, so we settled on a non-date date). When we had finished our dinner, Michael had surprised me with the best chocolate cake I had ever have the fortune to eat. It was the first sign for me that I was slowly going crazy. The moment our waiter had placed the cake in front of me, I was smiling like I had never in my entire life eaten a cake and then after just two bites I was crying._“Are you okay, Rose? What happened? Is something wrong with the cake?” Michael’s happy face was suddenly turned into a concerned one, and he had fired his questions one after the other in rapid succession.“It’s so yummy.” I had replied, tears still trailing down my cheeks