As Vincent stood to leave, Kimberly desperately lunged at him, knocking over the small table between them with a Kimberly seemed unaware of the commotion, desperately clutching Vincent’s arm for an answer. “Isn’t that right? If it weren’t for Anne, you’d be with me. I should be your wife! What you feel for Anne is … Read more
Q3 The car smashed through the guardrail, and after a spinning blur, I slowly sank into darkness… Vincent was still waiting for me. After what felt like an eternity, driven by sheer willpower, I finally crawled up from the ravine. By some stroke of luck, a car passed by. Only after getting in did I … Read more
02 Alcohol could easily cloud one’s mind, especially since I’d drunk everything tonight. Vincent didn’t give me time to sober up before sweeping me into his arms, making my head spin. “The dinner… I must have been really drunk to be worried about the messy dining table at a time like this. He turned around, … Read more
01 In the third year of my marriage to Vincent Blackwood, his first love, Kimberly Langley, came back. He started coming home later and later, with overtime becoming more frequent. Vincent’s mother, Helen, was dissatisfied with this, blaming me for not being able to keep my husband in check or bear children. The candlelight flickered … Read more