MYRA’s POV
Cocky.
That was one word that came to my head after the little visit my neighbor paid not long ago. What was he thinking coming here like that and offering that sort of madness?
I know I looked pathetic crying over Daniel that day at his vacation house, but I feel even more pathetic now. No one told him I needed his help to make anyone feel jealous. That was some teenage s**t. I am not in high school anymore. I am a grown woman who knows better than to get myself involved with another man to make my ex jealous.
I call my boss to tell him I would not be showing up to work today. I am tired of pretending like everything is fine when I am slowly dying inside.
What was it with men feeling like they could do whatever the hell they liked? I am only just recovering from how m
