Chapter 10: Looking for me?
Blake sneered at me with disdain and disgust as his eyes swept across my body with a judgmental look etched onto his face.
"What is a poor house-wife like you doing at a high-end boutique shop like this?" He mocked as Stella stood next to him quietly.
I watched as she curled her fingers around his arm innocently.
"How can someone like you afford to shop at a place like this? And isn't it embarrassing to leave the house looking like this?" he continued to taunt me as a low chuckle escaped his lips.
Stella gently slapped his arm in disapproval but a slight smirk tugged at the corners of her lips.
"Blake, don't say that," she urged in a soft voice as her eyes glanced over to look at me. "She may not look the best right now but you can't just say such things. She was once your wife after all," she pointed out casually as she tried to play the good guy, as if that wasn't one of the most backhanded remarks someone could make.
"Well, she's not my wife anymore," Blake uttered bitterly, the words leaving a sour taste in his mouth as he recalled the incident from that night. "So, I can say whatever I want since she has her new husband, her new boy toy to play with," he spat the words out like they were poison in his mouth.
"Are you two done yet?" I snapped, my voice slicing through the tension that was lingering in the air as I glared at the both of them with an unfazed look plastered across my face. "I don't have time to stand here and listen to your bullshit," I deadpanned, unbothered by their presence and whatever that they had to say.
I turned on my heels to leave when Blake wrapped his fingers around my arm, holding me back. His grip around me tightened as anger was burning within him.
"Did I say you could go? Where do you think you are going?" He asked with a raised brow, her voice carrying a sharp edge to it. "Looking for your new boy toy? How come he's not here with you today?" He questioned.
I yanked my arm out of his grasp.