The door was locked again, and Madison Barton slumped against it, slowly sliding to the floor. Sitting on the cold ground, she wept silently.
She did not want to leave Mark, let alone part with Rivile City.
This was their home, and she was his wife, meant to stay by his side forever.
Big tears rolled down her cheeks, forming a small puddle on the floor, reflecting her grief-stricken face.
Her father had taken her phone, cutting off her contact with the outside world.
The locked door felt like a cage, with her as a bird trapped inside, deprived of the sky to soar, left only with silent loneliness.
She refused to live such a life; only beside Mark could she find happiness.
She must leave here!
Madison Barton, barefoot, without even putting on shoes, ran to the balcony and looked down.
Her room was on the third floor. Though there was grass below, she lacked the courage to jump.
She had to find a way to leave here and return to Mark, who needed her.
