Blinded by hate

“If I asked you to marry me would you have said yes?” He asks me smirking.

I shake my head, its the truth.

“So i didn’t ask”

“You cant just-“

“I can and I did, look at that pretty diamond in your finger as proof” He says smugly.

I have the urge to rip it off and hurl it at his face. But there’s no point. I know he can pull of a bruised face.

“Malysh eat you food”

“Stop calling me that” I say, annoyed.

To that he only laughs.