hat's what she was going to do after the experience she had today- look ahead of her. She fis
ts started blinking and throbbing on the border of her vision. She felt the smooth texture of the p
r turned into unbearable heat. Her hand shook, but
who compared my womb to a barr
tling to keep buried in. Tears blurred her vision
iting for the signal to turn green so they could cross the road. She didn't want th
he decided to congratulate her husband of four years, Vince Garrison, for landing a huge business d
plunged her into the abyss of sorrow she was in right
o burst into his office, even as he tried to hold
other, age thirty-three, who married his fifty-four year old father, sitting in his lap,
e had pinched herself to pull herself back to the
walked in on them. Their eyes had met, but he didn't stop. He did
a dark smirk, taunting Jasmine with the unspoken words- You
compel him to move away from his mistress after setting his gaze on his wife. But Vince, that puckered asshĂłle arrogantly held her gaz
ad full of dyed brunette hair, reminding her of Lucy. Tears returned, quivering on the edge of her hazel gaze. It was a relief that the
The woman's soft voice h
mean a brunette bitch I was reminded by your hair stole my husband from me. No, that's not the right way to put it. Actually, my spineless husband c
s lack of response. Only when the woman started walking away did she realise that those were the words she wan
ch just below her chin- a mark from when she accidentally spilled a cup of tea on herself. Though she didn'
. Couldn't stop crying. Couldn't stop her mind from replaying that scene from her husband's office. Jasmine forc
road while she remained right there. She blinked her tears and took a step forward as she refused to be left behind. She had p
ened. There's no ne
up. The vehicles roared to life, causing her legs to lock up in reflex. Her heart stopped beating in panic as she watched
thousands of scorching needles pricked her wrist. She couldn't comprehend where exactl
nto darkness, and now she felt her senses going down the
hit her- she
as a stretch of infertile land by her cheater husband. Her hands insti
usness faded into oblivion
c.
lo
a new
erent, and yes, it's gonna be