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.