William’s P.O.V.
“I hate her….. I hate.... her…. I….. hate …. Her”, I punched the bag harder this time but caught at the time to avoid the hit that I could get from the punching bag. I was fuming in anger because of her. I didn’t want to marry her. She was not my type. Heck… she was not suitable for me. She was not that I wished to see in my girlfriend or wife…. Still… I was affected by her…. Still… I didn’t like the idea of her getting married Nathan…. I didn’t want her to marry anyone else than me.
“What was wrong with me?” I whispered to no one while leaning on the punching bag that I was holding now. I was jealous???? Yes…. I was jealous…. But… why???? That I didn’t know. I wanted her to be with me only yet I didn’t want her to be with me. I was so confused due
