He was unimpressed, as calm and self-possessed as a madman.
Once I had exhausted myself, he calmly remarked, "Aria Hampton, don’t you think your self-pity is a bit pathetic?"
That single sentence shattered every defense I had.
My good to him, he is completely not on the heart, as if watching the drama of the passer-by. He calmly watched me pay and then cloudy commented: You are in self-touching.
How ridiculous.
I didn’t know how to face him or our future, so I chose avoidance. I stopped caring about what he did.
Soon, rumors about his affairs became frequent headlines.
One day, he attended a fashion show with a young model. The next, he dined with a flight attendant. Then, he slipped into a hotel with a business partner.
Each scandal chipped away at my resolve until I was ready to file for divorce.
But my mother-in-law insisted, "It’s all just for show, nothing serious. Aria, he likes you but just doesn’t know how to express it. Please, for my sake, give him one more try."
She had been my benefactor since I was five, supporting me through life at the orphanage.
Thanks to her, I never suffered the way other orphans did.
Remembering that she had favoured me, I put up with it.