For the past eight years, Henry hadn't earned a cent, and even when he invited me to dinner and bought me gifts, he used the pocket money I gave him.
If it meant he wasted eight years, I would have wasted my whole life.
I didn't intend to settle with Henry, and I did give him a gallery. It wasn't that I couldn't afford to give him, but he didn't appreciate it and insisted on bringing Janet to see me.
It was obviously all about him messing around, but he said I was ruthless in the end when I just asked for my stuff back.
That was it.
As I dried my tears, I slapped myself.
I was disappointed in myself for crying for a man like Henry.
As I threw away my cell phone, I lay down in my soft bed and drifted off to sleep.
I seemed to feel someone knocking on the window at midnight, which woke me up.
I lived on the third floor, but why was there a sound of knocking on the window? Could it be a bird?
I got up, went to the window, and opened the curtains. A face with hair hanging down appeared in front of me.
"Ah!"
The scream resounded through the building as I slammed the curtains shut and fell to the ground.
I was still in shock when the police arrived.