Kash:
In the back of my mind, I was willing to forgive Iris as much as I could if she had mistakenly misplaced the box, or if she had left the door open and someone else had come in to steal it.
However, that would also mean our son would be left without a cure.
I was conflicted, but that conflict turned into anger the moment I walked into her room and found her sitting next to Luca, held by him, seeking comfort in his arms.
At first, I wanted to step inside, snatch that man away from her, beat him, and then grab Iris by her arm to drag her out of my guesthouse and throw her out of our lives.
But I held it in. I knew he would make fun of me if I reacted. They would believe they had gotten under my skin.
My ego stood firm. I refused to let her see that her little games had affected me.
What hurt the most was that Iris knew how much I hated being used.
She knew how much I despised someone coming into my life, acting like they cared, just to take something from me.
