I couldn't understand why that man insisted on living in my apartment and acting like we were a happily married couple. He must have had other sinister intentions that no one could have foreseen.
Don't look at his good looks and his well-established and successful life. He was a man who didn't deserve to be a doctor and wasn't a real man. If he was a real man, he wouldn't have quickly asked me to destroy Jenna's marriage so that Jenna and Doctor Karl could be together, and then Hell would divorce so she could be with him.
Just because of love, he could do such a dirty thing.
"You're up," John said, greeting me in the early morning—seeing him and what he was doing made me frown. He was now standing before the stove, topless and giving me a sense of deja vu.
"What are you doing so early?" I asked, but I didn't move from my spot. I watched and ensured this man didn't destroy my apartment with his antics.
