The Woman From Hell

"Only a tasteless man like Theo Grant could fall in love with a woman like you. Aren't you lucky?" Tory Zimmerson asked in disdain. His words enraged me.

I looked up and glared at him. "Are you sick in the head, Tory? Can't you talk like a civilized person? Why are you giving me attitude?"

I was not provoking him. I only reprimanded him because he took away my phone and answered my calls as he pleased.

Tory's expression was filled with rage, but he did not say anything else.

I could not be bothered with him. I knelt on

the ground and picked up my wrecked phone.

I was not sure what he was thinking, but he reached out and shoved me, making me fall to the ground.

Then, he left in a huff with his phone in his hand.

Was he insane? Surely, only a madman would do something like

had given all my cash to Anthony, and Tory had destroyed my

not gone far, I called out to

Zimmerson."

turned to look at me, fixing

I have no way of calling a cab. Can you

have the slightest sense of chivalry. Surely, he had no reason to reject my request, but I seemed to have underestimated him. He said coldly, "It's none of my business if

he said that.

furious.

to the hotel. It was not a far walk, but I was jumpy the whole time, worried that Anthony might try

was sitting on the couch

Tory when I was out. Not only did he snatch away

respond, and his gaze was still fixed squarely on

beside him with a smile. "You left so early in the morning. How