He just left, without explanation, without apology, leaving her in a world of distress, departing so cleanly and decisively.
The car disappeared around the corner at the end of the road, and she could no longer see it.
The anger in Valentine Teller's heart was carried away with Mark Reed's departure, leaving her only an empty shell.
A suffocating feeling surged in her heart, she gasped for breath, slowly walking back.
Her fingers brushed over her red lips, seemingly still lingering with his breath. For that untimely kiss, Valentine's heart twisted with pain like a pretzel, her affection for him shattered instantly, and she accepted the facts before her.
Suddenly she remembered the woman she met in the restaurant yesterday, whose sharp words seemed to still echo in her ears.
"Let me tell you, don't get too cocky, I've seen many women like you, don't dream of flying up the social ladder to become a phoenix, Mark is not someone a woman like you can aspire to."
