Venessa's pov.

Looking at the man in front of me, I can't help but feel heartbroken. He looks tired, his eyes bloodshot red and have bags around them. He held my arms looking at me helplessly with his shoulders slumped. I want to help him, help him lessen his agony, and help him ease his pain. But what about my pain?.

"Please don't leave. Let me explain please." He begged but I don't want to listen to him. I don't want to hear his excuses.

I turned my back and ...