Lucettia’s glass almost broke when she put the poor thing on the table. The table is made of glass and I won’t be surprise if she’ll going to break it later. I looked at her glass on the table. The sound it made when it clashed on the table lingers on my ears. It made an echo on my mind but it never hurt my head.
“I can’t believe this!” Lucettia shouted then looked at the wall. “I’m really angry at your husband, Bea. He is a total asshole! A jerk and everything! He got it all. He is like the worst man at the universe!”
I heaved a sigh. I poured alcohol on my glass. I don’t want someone talking bad about Jazon but Lucettia is not just someone. She is my best friend who is always there for me. She is the one who saw my pain five years ago. She never gets tired of my drama and as my best fr
