I, meanwhile, am still sitting thinking about the fact that Demon Bitch is sitting a few rooms away. The woman carrying my boyfriend’s baby. The woman he kissed not so long ago. She’s right here in his family home, looking to talk to Sylvana about her future as the mother of Sylvana’s grandchild. The ironic timing of this situation is not lost on me. My stomach thumps hard, and my heart aches with shattering pain. Even if I am learning to forgive Jake, I still hate the bitch with a ...