"Open the door, Julia. Please.” I didn’t know how long he had been knocking the door the next morning, but I managed to leave it unanswered. I was still so mad; I didn’t want to see his face. All I wanted was to go home.
“I’m so sorry,” he said. “Let’s talk, and please hear me out.”
I swallowed hard as I felt my stomach growling in extreme hunger, but my pride was eating me. It was the only thing I had. I wanted to chastise him for not being honest with me. I wanted him to rot in front of the door for making me wear his wife’s swimsuit. It was so sick.
“Just get mad at me and face me, but not like this,” he spoke again. “I’m tired of looking at the door. Please come out, you’re driving me crazy—Shut up, Edward! I told you not to bring Vivian here.”
“I know, but give her some time. I’m sorry, man,” Edward said calmly, then I heard him walked away.