OLIVIA

I got to my car with a wounded soul. I was too heartbroken to drive.

The hot tears gushing down my eyes succeeded in ruining my makeup. What was left of me was my natural face that had been dented.

I tried to drive out but couldn't. I find myself being laid back a couple of times already.

A voice said to me, “You're not going to sit back and watch your life get destroyed, would you? Call Cyril and put an end to this madness.” I wasn't sure what voice that ...