Loving A Rude Man
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se where Rix and I grew up together. This house w
ared a snack for us. Gardening has always been my mother's pa
eir sharp thorns. I picked one, meticulously removed the thorns, and
ind, and I remembered exactly what happened. This i
part of the house. At the r
the rose garden. Sadly, he hit his head on a stone, both o
crushed the delicate flower in my hand
hen Erica crossed my mind. It's a
or Rix no matter what. Someone had to be held accountable fo
join us with your Dad," my mom's vo
ouse. After my short visit, I bid farewell to my pa
CA'
d to find Troy at home. Normally, he spen
econciled. I'm lying on the sofa with my eyes closed, and
nts. And today, I'm his subject. I noticed he was
ned to his usual self. Maybe Fatima was correct; I had misinterpreted eve
said without taking his gaze off his artwork, still deeply absorbed in it. I drifted off i
no longer there, and the painting m
idn't even wake me up. I reached for my phone and
re are you
re after you're dressed up; I'll wait for you. Don't rush," he r
lelight dinner. Maybe he's going to apologize; it's a peace offering. Come on, this is what
se, I made sure to look good for Troy. I wore an off-shoulder dress abo
ndering because I heard voices. Did I mishear something during the cand
after so long. I think this new one won
terial needs to be purchased from overseas. It's just a matter of time; we s
usiness. I reached the entrance
at a piece of paper, Troy's painti
let's relax
ds replied, grabbing thei
king that Troy might be proudly show
called o
e, and he took my hand
asked even if I saw them
eation to us?" one of the men in white interrupted, re
d smiled, but he had a serious expr
th it should introduce it herself," Troy
shy; go ahead,"
by Troy. You should be happy
y husband, and he knows tha
er why Troy wasn't the one explaining. A
married. I turned to look at Tro
much," I started, but I didn't get to finish. I noticed a change in their expr
enly, we all know he painted a pictur
xt to Fati
hifting glances between
But I brushed it off and focused
said to him before h
t's going on," Ryan sai
away, and took the painting. He pulled me out roughly. As
u see everything clearly?" he said to my
ck. It wasn't me. I wasn't in the picture; it was Butter, our cute dog. I
ears filling my eyes because of rage a
it up right in front of him and rushed into the bedroo