Hearing those words—sorry, forgive, dying—made my head spin. I twisted out of her embrace, shrugging off her arms and stepping back.
She cried harder, tears streaming down her face. But she was always a damn good actress.
"What game are you playing now? Sorry? Dying?" I scoffed. "I've heard that one before, and somehow you miraculously survive."
I glared at her with pure scorn, rage boiling inside me.
"Sister… Vi… Viona… please… hear me out, please."
Vivian's sobs, mixed with those endless tears, drew judgmental stares from people passing by.
It made me feel like the bully. God, how I wished I actually was.
"Can you drop the act already? It's been five years, Vivian. You should have begged for forgiveness the day you showed up at my apartment with those videos.
