Arabella's Point of View

My tears couldn't stay back anymore—they came rushing down like rain that had been building for years. Maybe it's because I didn't cry when he left.

Or maybe it's because I just found out he’d been taking me for a gold digger all these years.

"Ara..."

I gave him another resounding slap. His cheek was crimson red, and my palm hurt too—but I didn't care. I didn't want to be lenient with him.

"I didn't know the love I thought you had for me was just all in ...