THE COST OF BEING RICH
Chapter Fifteen
Then she started to run.
Everything was ruined; everything was
horrible. Rose was leaving again. She wouldn’t be by my side. I reached out and
grabbed her.
"Where are you going? To him? Is that
it? To be a whore to that gutter rat?" I said the menacing words, but I
hardly knew what they met. All I wanted was for to stay close to me.
She knew what I wanted. I know she did. And
she knew what to say to make me hurt worse. "I’d rather be his whore than
your wife."
She spit in my face, and I involuntarily let
go of her to wipe it off.
And then she was lost in the crowd of people.