
The True Face of My Husband
Chapter 4
With my back to him, I finally felt the sting in my eyes and the tightness in my chest.
Edward ran after me, trying to grab my arm and explain.
I didn't want him to see me in such a pitiful state, so I spun around and kicked him where it hurt.
He wasn't prepared, so my kick hit him squarely. He doubled over in pain, letting out a yelp.
Taking advantage of the moment, I jumped into the car and sped off without looking back.
I thought I heard him shouting my name. The wind scattered his words, and they faded completely.
It was only then that my tears finally began to fall.
I wanted to stay strong like I had acted earlier, to look like I didn't care. But I couldn't control myself.
That woman said she and Edward had been in love for seven years, but did she know I'd given just as much time?
Eight years of my life, from twenty-one to twenty-nine. Now it feels like it was all for nothing.