A Ruling Passion – Chapter 1310

“Stop it!” Tiffany interjected furiously. “Him, doing this for me? Who frickin’ wants this nightmare around anymore? I don’t because he wrecked my life enough! Hell, had it not been for that piece of sh*t, my dad might still be alive now, and my family would not have suffered so much hardship, and I—! I wouldn’t have gone through so much pain. Isn’t doing just one of all of these enough? Why can’t that disgusting piece of sh*t just let-me-live? I bared my heart to him, I loved him for three frickin’ years, and what did that douchebag do to repay me? He used and abused me! And now the same jacka** comes back, uninvited, with the delusion that he ‘feels sorry’ and wants to atone for his sins? F**k him!”

The more she thought back on how Alejandro had methodically tried to ingratiate on her since they first met, the more terrifying everything seemed. God, how she dreamed to never, ever cross path with anything related to Ethan for the rest of her life!

Her emotional outburst stunned Smore into a stupor, so Arianne quickly pulled the boy into her embrace, soothing him.

“Tiffie, please, calm down a bit. Look, you’re the only one in this entire world who knows Ethan the best, which is why he has come back for you, to make peace with the haunting guilt in his mind for maltreating you. Right now, he’s an obsessed sicko forever doomed to the hell the moment he missed you when you were at your best. The thing that keeps him going is his perverted desire to be back in your good grace,” she pointed out. “But ultimately, you’re the master of your relationships. You have Jackson and a lovely son now. Whatever Ethan does is between himself and God. We’re only telling you this because we want you to be mentally prepped for what is to come, so that when he tells you this himself, you won’t get knocked out in consternation.”

Tiffany was so furious that she laughed scornfully. “Okay, I get it. But man, I’ll have to be seriously coked out of my senses to accept whatever pitiful ‘atonement’ that piece of sh*t could offer! The sh*ts he done to me? All those pains he had given me? He can never atone for even a single one of them!” she cried. “He thinks he loves me, but he doesn’t. He loves no one but his disgusting frickin’ self. How else could he allow himself to hurt me over and over and over again? How else can he justify his dirty attempts to break me and Jackson apart, huh? All that d*ck wants is to make himself feel better. He can then wrap himself up with this cute little fantasy about how even the worst kinds of sins can be ‘atoned’ for. Ha, joke’s on him!"