Ava's POV
I had been standing in front of the round wall mirror in the bathroom for close to 10 minutes now.
My body refused to move, my eyes were glued on my pathetic reflection.
I looked hideous with my cheeks decorated by dried streams of tears .
The set of eyes that were staring back at me looked nothing like mine. Puffy and red obviously from the work they had been subjected to.
Flashy memories of what had happened the previous night were proving it difficult for me to get my emotions in check.
My mind refused to forget that exact moment he had his lips locked to Ariel's.The way he had looked at me before he leaned down to kiss her. He wanted me to watch, he did it intentionally.
It's not the kiss that hurt me the most, it's the sadistic motive behind it. Had what we had done before mean nothing to him?Time and time again Bryson made sure to remind me of how pathetic I was. He made it clear through his insulting words.