Love Burned, She Rose Unscathed

"Look at you, Roseanne, moving up in the world," the man sneered, his tone dripping with venom. "Jumping from one guy to another, quite the party girl, aren't you?"

His voice suddenly turned icy. "Who was that guy? What were you two doing upstairs?"

Roseanne's smile vanished as her hand throbbed in his tight grip. She tried to pull away, but he was using brute force.

The more she struggled, the tighter his grip became.

Roseanne shouted, "Murray, let go!"

Murray refused to let go. "Answer me first!"

Roseanne frowned, enduring the pain. "What's it to you?"

"As an ex-boyfriend, I think it's only fair I take an interest in my former girlfriend's love life, huh?"

A laugh escaped Roseanne, a hint of sarcasm in her gaze. "Oh, so you admit you're the ex-boyfriend. What brings you here, then?"

Murray got momentarily choked up. "Can't I just be passing by?"

the car here, blocking the alley? Didn't you see the road is narrow enough without your car clogging it up? Driving

Murray was silent.

car that caused the

to him. "Whether I see someone new, one or two, or even three or four guys, it's none of your business. We're

it if you stayed out of my present and future. Let's just be strangers from here on out. And don't come to my place anymore. I wouldn't want your girlfriend getting the wrong idea. After all, since you chose to be with

her storms and endured her wounds, so she didn't wish the same for Millie. Life in its prime should be about blossoming freely, not

break up. It was

stood frozen, unable to comprehend what just

It seemed something he owned was

didn't

"You've said that before..."

ups and downs, but Murray had never

calmly as if she wouldn't

reached out, wanting to hold her back, but he was speechless. The breakup was his idea. He was the one who let

her place, Roseanne

the couch.