Sakura had skipped my class.
I sat in the teachers’ meeting room, listening to Vaughn go on and on and f*****g on for the past three hours. All the department heads were required to attend this bullshit meeting, and I couldn’t get her out of my head.
This meeting had better be finished before the end of the day.
This meeting had better be finished before the end of the day.My phone lit up on the table, a notification from b***h, my dear wife, on the screen. As Vaughn talked away about something, I unlocked my phone, ignored her message altogether, and opened my email.
BitchI scrolled through all the unopened emails and spam, and then I stopped at my messages to her. An email chain of three messages last night, to and from Sakura Sato, her teasing me, telling me that she would be a brat
