Sticking With A Dry Stick

Reyona hated feeling this way but she felt it anyway.

She wished her thoughts and her actions could be the same yet it seemed she was always disappointing herself in that aspect.

Hadn’t she vowed to herself that nothing would matter to her anymore?

Hadn’t she demonstrated in her mind just how cold and detached she would be in dealing with him from now on?

She was a thirty-year-old woman who was stupid enough to love and live with a man who had not loved her for years. And so what?

Now, she was supposed to be able to take charge of her life and do what she needed to do.

“Why then are you quaking inside?” her subconsciousness whispered unapologetically.

It must be because of Toria’s taunts.

As much as she loved her sister, sometimes she just wanted to gag her.

If she had not riled her with all that chicken talk, then Reyona would surely not be in this mess.