When the sunlight hit Nancy's shiny earrings, the reflected light caught the attention of two people inside the room.
They turned their heads and caught the sight of Mary and Nancy standing under a tree. A jarring silence settled between them.
The moment they looked at one another, Mary noticed William's eyes dilate as his mouth fell open at her unexpected presence. He unconsciously took a few steps back.
"You see?" Nancy sneered, "Our husbands... are together."
"Mary..."
Through the glass window, Mary saw William's lips move. Was he calling her name?
Her mouth ran dry and she stumbled, rushing out without sparing a glance.
She wanted to escape from this damned place. She needed someone to tell her it was not true! That her eyes had deceived her!
Even though her vision had turned blurry, she fastened her pace. Her mind could not forget the scene she had just witnessed, making her ears ring as all the sounds around her drowned out.
"Mary!"
William had come out of the villa and was sprinting after Mary.
"Mary, stop!"
William suddenly caught up to her and yanked her arm. Mary felt her body spin as she landed into his firm chest.
She was quick to push him away as she stepped back. "Let go of me…"
"Where are you going, Mary?" William still hadn't let go of her wrist.
"I'm going home." Mary's lower lip trembled as she tried to pull her
led her in.
"Why are you crying?" Finally, Victor found a tissue in the car and handed it to Mary. "Look, my shirt is ruined by your tears."
Her eyes were red and puffy as she wiped away her tears. She felt guilty looking at his soaked shirt.
"Yes, I'm so sorry..." Mary apologized sincerely.
"Well, it's not your fault." Victor comforted her with a smile. After a little hesitation, he questioned, "What happened? It's unlike you, to cry like this." …
As soon as he finished, gut-wrenching sobs tore through Mary's face.
"Oh, my God!" Victor gasped. "Why are you crying again? Just stop, please."
"It's nothing." Mary choked out a reply, shaking her head with a bitter smile playing on her lips.
Victor handed her more napkins and snorted, "Nothing? Don't tell me you're okay. Even a three-year-old child won't believe it."
She looked down at her hands, her body jerking with small hiccups.
"I thought you were good at acting," said Victor with a slight sigh. "Still, I overestimated you. Judging from your outburst, it's obvious that the sky is going to collapse. Tell me, is it because of William?"
"You..." Mary raised her head to look at him.
"Me? What's wrong with me? Why would I know?" Victor raised his eyebrows and snapped, "Who else can make you cry like this, except for William? Do you think I'm an idiot? Your expression reveals everything!"