Chapter 13

Miranda’s P.O.V

So, I spent the majority of yesterday alone doing whatever I pleased. The morning passed and then just like that, it was evening. I was expecting Davien to have been back by the time it was dinner; I had gone all out just to make a special meal for him to show my gratitude but he didn’t show as I had anticipated. I was starting to get worried about him, but I didn’t bother to call since I didn’t want to come off as the nagging type. Michael had yelled at me many a time for calling him when he stayed out late, probably banging Camille or doing actual work, and let’s just say this one time he got severely pissed about it that he came straight home and slapped me so hard I thought I saw stars.

After eating, I cleaned up and placed Davien’s food in the oven with a note left on the fridge. I went to bed with a heavy heart, once again, still pondering over where my life was going. How far was I going to get with this? I feel like I’m just lying to myself thinking that my lif