If she had known earlier that the one he loved was another woman, she would never have intruded on their world of affection.
In the end, the root of the mistake was her.
She thought that after the divorce, what she owed him could somehow be repaid, but she had never expected that seeing him again would be in this way.
"Zaiden, I'm sorry. But I know, these three words mean nothing to you anymore. I know you won't forgive me, and maybe I shouldn't even hope for your forgiveness." Ann Nolan's face was calm, detached, and pale.
She wasn't wearing makeup today; under the sunlight, her bare face carried a fragile beauty.
In her eyes, sparkling glimmers of tears emerged, drop by drop.
From the deep night to midday, she had been standing there for a long time.
"Zaiden, there's nothing more for me to say to you. Take care." She lowered her head, her eyelids drooping.
Between her eyebrows lingered a sadness, frozen and impossible to disperse.
