Guide to Raising an "Ungrateful Wolf"
Language: en
My so-called "charity case" Luke— the guy who claimed he had to save up just to buy a soda— was cheating on me. When I got home late that night, he wasn’t waiting at the door in his usual apron. He didn’t blush and bury his face in my neck, softly asking, “Sophia, are you hungry?” The living room was pitch-black, reeking of a strange tobacco smell that made me frown. In the moonlight, I saw him sitting dead-center on the couch. Scattered at his feet were all the limited-edition sneakers I’d bought him— now slashed to ribbons, looking like a pile of worthless junk. I frowned and flipped…