
Healing A Broken Heart
Chapter 2
Despite all the noise in the room, I managed to identify Tyler's voice out of everyone else's.
Like always, his voice was nonchalant, chill, with a hint of contempt.
"Jasmine Murray? It's been nine years. I'm so over sleeping with her."
A crisp "click" came from a lighter. Tyler took a deep puff of his cigarette and continued, "If you slept with a woman for nine years, won't you get sick of her?"
The person he was speaking with agreed, "That's quite boring indeed. But, I've gotta say—although Jasmine was just a young lady when she first got together with you, she has grown to look a lot more like a woman now."
"She was a young lady at 21, but Jasmine has matured in her 30s."
"One would grow attached to a dog after that long, let alone a human being. "
Laughter came from those in the room.
Tyler remarked in a casual voice, "Regardless of whether she's a dog or a person, isn't she staying by my side willingly? It's not like I put a collar around her neck."
After he said that, another bout of laughter and mockery came from the people in the room.
I placed my hand on the door handle and took a deep breath. Then, I pushed the door open and entered without knocking.