Isadora Davis
I sat down on the soft bed, feeling surprised at how courageous I was. My heart was still racing from the confrontation, and I couldn't help but replay what just happened minutes ago in my mind.
The anger, frustration, and jealousy had driven me crazy to hit her like that in order to make it clear that I wouldn't stand for someone trying to steal my mate. Trust me, she deserves the slap. Although it was an impulsive reaction, I was sure it would serve as a long-lasting warning to stay away.
But now, as I pondered the event that had just unfolded, a mix of emotions flooded over me. Doubt, insecurity, and even a twinge of guilt clouded my heart. I should have handled her in a better way. Violence was not the answer, right?
After all, it wasn't her fault; as she was in love
