These past few days, Riley had been crying nonstop and had Lost a lot of weight. She was so thin that a strong gust of wind could’ve blown her away.
I felt so bad for her.
Why was God so cruel to Riley?
Debra’s POV:
The following day, I reported to work at the mayor’s office. ©
Sally was overjoyed to see me.
“Oh, my Gosh! You’re finally back!”
Angela’s Library
Sally was practically giddy with excitement. During our break, she whispered to me in a gossipy tone of voice, “Did you know that while you were away, Janiya and Adam grew very close? In fact, we all suspect that they’ve slept together.”
“Seriously?” I gasped in surprise, pretending not to know a thing about it.
Sally nodded with a regretful expression.
“Honestly, I feel bad for
Janiya. Even though Caleb ended up choosing you over her, she shouldn’t have lowered herself to Adam’s level. She’s so beautiful and young. Why is she doing this to herself?”
“What’re you two talking about?”
Just then, a sharp voice suddenly interrupted us from behind.
Sally and I whirled around in surprise and saw a gorgeous woman walking towards us.
It was none other than Janiya, but she looked a little different. Heavy layers of makeup covered her natural beauty, and she was wearing a tight, low-cut black dress that hugged all her curves. Her boobs bounced as she walked, almost as though they wanted to jump out of her dress.
She Looked so mature and seductive that I almost didn’t recognize her.
It was as though Janiya had transformed from a young girl to a mature woman overnight.
Not knowing what to do, Sally stared blankly at Janiya as the latter strutted towards her.
Slap!
As soon as Sally was within reach, Janiya raised her hand and slapped
Sally across the face.
“Bitch, who said you could talk about me behind my back? If I catch you doing that again, I’ll tear your mouth apart!”
Sally was so stunned that she couldn’t do anything but stare at her assailant in a daze.
Unfortunately, it seemed that Janiya wasn’t satisfied. She raised her hand, fully intending to slap Sally again.
