JOURNEY OF THE FIRST TAMA-ARTIST: CHAPTER 7
Taking a deep breath, I calm myself, and observe the blonde-haired woman. Her even features are captivating, but what takes me the most is her expression.
A sinking feeling grows in me, till my body trembles.
—Why worst your time?
Sighing, I stare directly into her eyes:
"Have you ever considered someone else better, the person you claim to be your husband is the worst? He can't afford a princess like you, he is a worthless piece of rubbish."
"You're not worthless or rubbish."
She said with certainty in her voice, reflecting her confidence in me.
Smiling slightly, she asks:
"Why aren't you doubting my words."
"I know when a girl is in love."
'...especially with me, and that's the worst thing that can happen to a person. I'm not a husband material which is why most women don't like me.'
Meanwhile, the woman's eyes wild opens in bewilderment. Composing herself for a couple of seconds, she questions:
