#Chapter110
Valentina Point of View
Depressing!
That was what I am feeling right now. Depressed, sad and hurt.
I know every corner of this place. I’m aware of every wall here. My eyes still held the beauty of this place, the memories it holds and the hurt it induced.
Garcia Palatial Manor.
Few years ago, when I was whisked off my feet by the threshold and brought into this place in the arms of the man I loved, I was so content.
It felt as if nothing could go wrong if I have him with me, if we are together.
How wrong was I!
How naïve!
Years after, stepping into the place I once called home did not give the same warmth it once it. Now everything I see felt materialist; everything looks cold and bland.
/"If you probably… beg me, I can./" I heard the familiar raspy whisper so close in my ear that it tickled me. His hot breath touched my earlobe creating a surge of feelings that I didn’t want to feel anymore.
