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2019. The day after she saw the photo before the mistake began.
"Why must I say any words to you? You know how I feel, aren't you? Then there's no need to talk, Sean." She swathed his hand away. Sean felt how angry she was with that picture. Her eyes still speak with love. She swallowed, resisting to feel her tears coming.
"Why? Why don't you want to talk?" Sean gripped the clothes by the headrest and draped it on his naked body. Friya looked at the other way, annoyance crossing at her. She placed her hands on her hips as she couldn't resist her temper from rising.
"You know what I would feel if I ever got to see you with someone else. You should know that, aren't you?" Friya snapped. It was her turn to be nastier than ever. He committed a mistake, whilst he didn't have any plans to say an apology. Friya swallowed, trying to consider his answer, if ever he said the same answers once again.