"But he doesn’t love you, Faye."
"I know that, of course, but even if my marriage is doomed to shatter,
you’re not the one who should be interfering."
Zenia sighed helplessly, staring at the cold floor, "Faye, we’ve come to this point, don’t you bear some responsibility too?
If it weren’t for you praising him relentlessly back then, maybe I wouldn’t have grown to like him subconsciously.
Yes, I was wrong, but does that mean you were entirely right?"
Faye gave a hopeless smile, "I was wrong too, so, can’t you see me paying for my own mistakes now?
Zenia, since you know you’ve made mistakes too, just wait for karma to catch up to you.
It won’t be long; it will come soon enough."
"What do you mean by that?" Zenia looked at Faye fearfully.
Faye sneered and stepped back, "You’ll know soon enough."
With that, she turned around and left decisively.
Indeed, she would know soon. The saying about karma isn’t baseless.
Back in the room, Faye kicked off her high heels and slid down to the floor, leaning against the door like a rag doll.
So tired, her heart felt truly exhausted.
She didn’t know how long she sat there before she stood up and walked into the bathroom.
When she saw herself in the mirror, she suddenly realized that at some point, tears had already streamed down her face.
Turns out, it’s not that she was strong; she just didn’t dare not to be strong.
The phone thrown aside by the door started ringing.
She weakly picked up the phone, "Henry."
"Are you still at the hotel?"
Faye lowered her gaze, "Henry, I’m a bit tired, I want to rest."
"You have to see me. You can open the door now."
Henry Sullivan’s voice came from outside the door, and Faye frowned, feeling a bit irritable.
She went to the bathroom, washed her face, then came out and opened the door with a welcoming smile.
"Henry, are you worried I wasn’t in the hotel, so you came to check on me?"
"What’s going on? I heard you’re with Oliver Turner."
Henry’s tone was a bit agitated as soon as he walked in.
Faye shrugged with a smile and turned to walk inside, "Good news doesn’t travel far, but bad news does.
Who was it, the big-mouthed one who told you about this?
It shouldn’t be Hunter, because my issues have little to do with him."
"You still have the heart to joke about this with me?" Even the usually good-tempered Henry was a bit angry.
"Faye, I told you, I can help you. Why did you do this?
Tell me, what are you thinking?
Why would you rather let a stranger like Oliver help you than accept help from the Sullivans and the Forrests?
Why must you be so masochistic?"
"Ah, the Forrests, it must have been Uncle Forrest who told Kay, and Kay, the blabbermouth, told you, right?
Why couldn’t he stay put in Switzerland and mind his own business?"
"He’s so tied up with business that he can’t come back.
Right now, the things I’m doing are because he asked me to.
So don’t try to change the subject."
Henry grabbed her wrist, "Faye, aren’t we friends?
Could it be that when you call me Henry, it’s all fake affection?
Or is your bond with Kay, having grown up together, all a sham?
You know we all want to help you, and do you know how upset this makes us feel?"