Chapter 8

As I walked into the mansion that had witnessed my pathetic, infatuated self for the past five years, everywhere I looked hurt my eyes. I headed directly for the bedroom, took out a luggage bag, and started packing. Those gifts that Wesley had casually given to me throughout the years, those that I cherished as if they were a treasure, I threw them all into the bin. On the dressing desk was the only photo we had ever taken together. I picked it up and tore it in half. In my closet, next to my clothes, lay Janine's sleeping gown. I snickered and threw it into the bin. … Two hours later, I had finished packing. Looking around at this place that I lived for the past five years, I felt nothing for it. "Goodbye, Wesley." I left without looking back. Three days later, Wesley finally sensed that something was off. "Has Sophie not contacted you yet?" Janine hugged him and asked with feigned concern. Wesley pushed her away, feeling annoyed. "What's the rush. The longest tantr