I know everyone is looking at her and me. They all love to gossip, especially about me, the woman who once made a fool of herself in front of them. But it doesn't matter, that won't hurt me anymore. I straighten my back and walk upstairs until I notice that man, my true love. My heartbeat and footsteps are out of control step by step, and I can't even breathe.
What fascinates me most about Sven is his eyes. He is a calm and serene person. Several months ago we were sweet lovers. I always kissed his eyes lightly because whenever he gazed at me, I was enveloped in his warm gaze and enjoyed a moment of tenderness and peace. But now his blue eyes are like filled with raging waves. I'm a small boat among these waves, and could only feel exhaustion and pain. Three months ago he was the one who broke up with me, and I could only agree in silence. I let out a breath and walked up to him, "Hi, Sven! How are you?"
Beautiful dresses and expensive jewels can't make me confident before him. Although I hate him for not understanding me and for not being committed to our love. I hate myself more than him because I am still in love with him.
I clench my hands uneasily and try to smile at him, standing a few steps away from him. There is a big silence, and I think he would never speak. But ...
"That's what you want? Was it worth all the price you paid?" He grabs my hand and brings me to him. "So afraid of me? Because of the betrayal of me?"
I struggle, trying to wrench my hand from his. But seeing his reddened eyes and his constantly suppressed breathing, I know he's trying to control his anger and pain.
I open my mouth to say a few words of comfort, but there's nothing to say. because I know I'm not qualified. He stares down at my open and closed lips and suddenly kisses them stormily.
"Sven, don't. Let me go! I gave you a choice that day and you didn't choose to trust me, so please stick to your choice."I'm struggling more in his arms, and finally push him away. I'm trying to speak to him so calmly, but my lips are trembling.
"Is it because of money? Don't I have the money? How much did Gavin offer, I can offer you double. How much for one night? One hundred thousand dollars? I can give you $200,000 if you want to be with me for o..."
Slap! Yes, it's my hand that slapped him in the face.
I don't want to cry anymore, because tears are the most useless thing. Nor do I want to continue listening to him humiliate me and my feelings. So I have to run away.
But when has good luck ever favored me?
I turn around and saw my husband "Gavin" and the "princess" of the whole H-city, my husband's ex-girlfriend, Sophia, holding his arm, smiling at me!