She clung to Victor’s arm, looking up at him with a sweet, pleading expression.
“Brother, you have to do something. We can’t let outsiders ruin Faith’s reputation. I even spent all my allowance buying a hundred of them!”
Victor gently patted her head, his touch unbearably tender.
“I already gave you my secondary card. Just use that whenever you need money.”
One of the guys who had just been making dirty jokes about me chimed in with a teasing laugh.
“Abby, don’t cry, beautiful. You know it breaks your brother’s heart.”
Victor’s face darkened instantly. He shrugged off his coat and draped it over Abigail’s shoulders.
“Watch your mouth. She’s not someone you can even think about.” Then he turned to me. “Faith, wait here. I’m taking Abby to get changed into something warmer.”
I stood there in the cold for a long time. I used to believe that love could be measured by what someone was willing to give.
Victor had a terrible temper and rarely showed me any real care. Yet, he spent millions setting up an agency for me, gave me the title of his girlfriend and kept me by his side every night.
I thought that meant he loved me. So I gave him everything—my youth, my devotion—without hesitation.