The more Fil thought about Vincent, his lies, and everything about him, the more Fil felt unforgiving. Every time he would contact her, all she could see was how laughable she was. Vincent, Marianne, and everyone who knew about her and their affair probably laughed their asses off whenever they see her.
She couldn't blame them, though.
Fil was a true laughingstock.
Someone who would jump in joy at the little effort Vincent would make; a woman who would blush every time he would tell her words of love, and run to him like a dog no matter what time of the day he needed her.
