As Vincent stood to leave, Kimberly desperately lunged at him, knocking over the small table between them with a
Kimberly seemed unaware of the commotion, desperately clutching Vincent’s arm for an answer. “Isn’t that right? If it weren’t for Anne, you’d be with me. I should be your wife! What you feel for Anne is obligation, not love! Why are you suppressing yourself, trapping yourself in a loveless marriage?”
She was like a stubborn child, refusing to let go.
My soul stood beside Vincent, listening to their unrequited love story.
After a long silence, Vincent finally pulled his hand away from Kimberly’s grasp. “You’re drunk.”
Then he left with David supporting him.
Only Kimberly remained in the courtyard, staring resentfully at Vincent’s retreating figure.
I was about to leave when I saw Kimberly’s face twist into a sinister smile as she pulled out a phone and deleted some
messages.
That was Vincent’s phone!
So she was the one who sent that text asking me to come!
Then…
