589: VENDETTA

ARIEL'S POV After that conversation with Troy, I found myself treading toward their living room. He was no longer in the garden; he was still there, thinking about what I had said. He must probably understand that I was trying to tell him something about his wife-to-be. Yup, Daria, that witch. I felt really bad that he would be getting married to her. He was a nice man, young and dashing, but she was the complete opposite, although she also had beauty. Daria wants the destruction of my marriage; she wants to ruin it. Seeing me happy with Luke was something that invariably made her upset, and I really liked it that way. Angry faces on my enemies; absolutely pleasing if you ask me. Indeed, no doubt about this; I'm not going to lie; my life had been going through circles, things moving back and forth, different unpleasant scenes, horrific events, and some shit didn't make sense, still trying to grasp the whole stuff. This issue with Daria was something that kept on revolving, and it