Priscilla slowly got up. She stood still for a while, trying to process what had just happened.
Her tears had dried up since she cried too much in Vincent's office, but the pain still lingered in her heart. It might be permanent at this point.
"He ditched me so easily, even though I dedicated four years of my life to him…." Priscilla murmured. "Then what about all the sweet moments we went through? Was it all just a lie? Or maybe just a product of a heated moment because he was so horny about fucking me?"
Deep down, Priscilla knew that Vincent never loved her. That guy didn't love anything or anyone other than himself.
But she continued deluding herself, thinking she had a chance.
Priscilla opened her fist to see the crumpled fifty thousand dollar check.
"So this is what you call the 'last payment', huh?" Priscilla scoffed. "Oh well, I'll take it. This is also compensation for the assault you did to me just now."
