Vincent spoke each word slowly, as if forcing himself to remember and fulfill this promise. Memories of the simple and beautiful joys he shared with her flooded his mind. No amount of wealth or power could compare to the warmth and reality of being with the one he loved.
Cynthia's thoughts drifted with his earnest words. How many times had she cursed their marriage in the dead of night, wishing it wouldn't last, praying for a divorce, praying for him to return to her, to softly say: "Cynthia, I'll take you away! Let's cast aside all the ties of power and interest, and soar freely!"
But two years later, this dream finally came true. Was it too late? Her heart had been worn down by the harshness of reality to the point of losing all hope. No matter how much tenderness and promises he offered, they would no longer stir her heart.
