Ciara's POV
I had never witnessed such an antics before.
"Son of a bitch!" I cursed, my voice laced with anguish. I grasped a fistful of my wedding dress, the delicate fabric bunching in my hand as tears welled up in my eyes. My heart felt like it was being ripped apart, the pain almost palpable.
What kind of absurd, stupid situation had I gotten myself into? I knew I was callous by nature, but this was a whole new level of crazy.
Flouncing out of the office, I slammed the glass door aggressively, and it crashed and shattered behind me. I didn't bother looking back.
He had deserved it.
I already knew my way around, as that wasn't the first time I had been there.
Storming to the top floor, I ignored people's glances at me, including my other luggages and only picked up the smallest one, leaving the others in a corner inside the private garage.
