Tiffany's POV
It's been Three days. Three solid days.
I've been locked up in this stinking, gray cell for three fucking days. No one had come. Not a single soul. I placed my hands on my stomach. What kind of a bastard was he? I'm carrying his child for God's sake and he just left me here to rot?
The anger I felt was so hot thatit made it hard for me to breathe. He was a bastard. A selfish, lying and disgusting prick. All he cared for was the money. He just used me and when he thought I was useless, he dumped me, like I was some piece of trash. I hate him! I hate him so much.
And there's Stephanie too. The precious little Steph. Even when she was losing, she somehow managed to get back in her feet.
She just had to come back and ruin my engagement, my future, everything! I close my eyes and picture her face. I'm going to make her pay. I don't know how yet, but I'm going to wipe that smug look off her face for good. I'm going to make her regret ever knowing me.
