I went straight to the club after that stupid fight. My shirt was still dirty from the ground. My jaw hurt a little, but I didn’t show it.My men were behind me, talking too loud, laughing too loud, like they had won some big war. I didn’t want to hear it.

I was still filled with so much anger and jealousy. 

I hated that too. It made me feel weak. Why do I feel like this? Why does she matter? I kept asking myself the same question, but my brain wasn’t giving me anything good in ...