When Faye Townsend left the old mansion, only the streetlights along the mountain road were there to greet her.
She knew very well that at this time, it was impossible to catch a taxi in this place.
She took off her high heels, holding them in her hand as she walked forward, not even aware of the determination in her own eyes.
What right did a man like Hunter Warren have to discuss love with her?
She had loved him, but what had she gotten in return? A heart full of pain.
For the rest of her life, she would never have the ability to love anyone else again.
On the dimly lit road, her tears finally fell like broken beads.
As she walked, she wiped away the disobedient tears.
In the end, she simply sat by the roadside and cried her heart out.
She could no longer suppress it; she could no longer fight against the sorrow in her heart.
All these years, what was it for, what was it worth?
She used to live so much like a fool.
Was it because Hunter found her laughable that he humiliated her ?
What did she do wrong for fate to make her go through this?
Do kind-hearted women always get no good returns, is that it?
Fine, from now on, she would live happily like a wicked woman.
She would no longer be a cowardly woman.
In the night, she shouted madly at the distant mountains.
"Hunter Warren, from now on, you have no right to hurt me anymore.
Get out of my life completely, the farther, the better."
After signing the contract with the Skyward Group, Oliver Turner wanted to treat Faye Townsend to a meal, but she politely declined.
She really didn’t see the need to get too close to him.
Right now, there was a galaxy hanging in her heart.
On the other side of the galaxy was a noisy, chaotic world.
While on this side, she was all alone.
No one could cross that river to come to her side.
Nor did she need such a person to exist.
When she took a taxi back to the hotel, as she passed through the lobby, a delicate voice came from the side.
Hearing this voice, Faye Townsend’s body paused for a moment.
She clenched her fists and, after a momentary hesitation, turned around to look at the person.
The person, dressed in a long snow-white dress and silver high heels, gracefully approached her.
If she didn’t know her, Faye might have been deceived by the pitiful expression on this woman’s face.
Faye curled her lips into a cold smile as she looked at her.
The person stepped forward and grabbed her wrist, tears falling from her eyes.
"Faye, I’m giving him back to you, please, don’t be , okay?
You’re so wonderful, you really shouldn’t be with someone like Oliver Turner.
I’ll go, I’ll leave Hunter, leave Anchester, leave Eldoria.
You be well together, be the happy Faye Townsend you used to be, okay?"
Faye looked down at her hand gripping her own and spoke coldly: "Take your filthy hand off me."
"Faye." The woman’s pleading eyes gazed at her almost desperately.
"Hah." Faye turned her head with a mocking smile.
"Give him back to me?
Let me tell you, from the moment I signed the divorce papers, I never planned to turn back.
So, that dirty man—I don’t want him anymore, I’m giving him to you.
You’re incredible, what I consider trash has become a treasure for you.
Zenia Yates, recycling waste must be your only virtue, huh?"
She lifted her hand and forcefully yanked it away.
Zenia Yates staggered back two steps, falling to the ground in tears.
Faye took two steps forward, squatted in front of her, and with a chilling expression said:
"There’s no one here for you to play your act with.
So, you don’t have to pretend—aren’t you tired?"