SMACK.
A sharp slap landed across Niklas's face.
His eyes went wide with shock, mouth falling agape at the heat burning along the side of his cheek.
"Fucking shameless, that's what you are, Niklas Morze," Kaija snarled, blue eyes cold and deadly as she glared at the young man clutching his face with a stunned expression before her.
She hadn't wanted to resort to such a violent measure, standing right in front of the headquarters of a prestigious magazine, and yet just hearing those disgusting words spill out of his mouth shattered her last restraint.
"Marja Ralpha is probably six months pregnant with your own child now, and you're here crying to me that you still love me? After you saw me on TV?" she scoffed, hands trembling with rage. "You should be ashamed of yourself. No, actually, I feel so ashamed of myself for wasting four years of my life with scum like you."
