In her heart, what place did he really hold?
What he wanted most was to be first, above everyone else, her one and only No.1. But unfortunately, the reality was that in her heart there were still people more important than him and their children.
Family came first, and as for him, he didn't even know where he ranked.
The cigarette slowly burned down, the tips of his fingers feeling the sting of heat. He crushed the butt out in the ashtray and lit another.
One after another, the whole room became shrouded in smoke, and he stood in the haze, in a foul mood.
No matter what she had done, he couldn't make his heart stop loving her. If he didn't love her, he wouldn't be in so much pain. If he didn't love her, he wouldn't keep losing control of his emotions.
After putting away her own clothes, Valentine Teller walked into the walk-in closet. She looked at all those clothes belonging to Mark Reed, hanging neatly in the cabinet, and at his leather shoes, every pair polished bright.
