Blinded by hate

“If I asked you to marry me would you have said yes?” He asks me smirking.



I shake my head, its the truth.



“So i didn’t ask”



“You cant just-“



“I can and I did, look at that pretty diamond in your finger as proof” He says smugly.



I have the urge to rip it off and hurl it at his face. But there’s no point. I know he can pull of a bruised face.



“Malysh eat you food”



“Stop calling me that” I say, annoyed.



To that he only laughs.