Demyan
"It's nothing like that," I argued.
"It is," he glared, "If I did not want you where would have you been? When you came to London you were still deeply in love with her, am I right or am I wrong?" I pressed my lips into a thin line and refused to look at him. "Answer me Demyan."
"I did," I snapped.
"When you were at the party did you not tell everyone there how great she was and how much you loved her simply because I was too busy to text back?"
"I did but I was hurting," I frowned.
"Did you not kiss her Demyan? Did you not sneak off with her sometime during the party just like how you did with me? Did you not want her just as much as she wanted you? In fact you were incredibly affectionate with her because you thought I did not want you anymore.