I grabbed a bottle of red wine from the counter and smashed it on the floor, kicking over the champagne glasses next to it.
As the sound of breaking glass filled the room, I shouted,
“You’re the heir to the Ford family, right? And you, Holley, are the precious daughter of the Gregory family, aren’t you?”
“Was it fun pretending to have amnesia? Did you enjoy playing with my feelings?”
“You two deserve each other—you’re both scum!”
With tears streaming down my face, I pointed at them, my voice breaking.
“You promised to take care of me, didn’t you? Well, pay up! Now!”
I wiped my face, smirked through the tears,I raised my middle finger at them both before slamming the door behind me.
When I returned to my small rental apartment, the first thing I saw was the birthday cake I had ordered sitting by the door. I had saved up to buy it, but now, the sight of it only filled me with regret. So, I gave it to the little girl who lived next door.
Her sweet smile reminded me of the times I used to dream about having a daughter with Ezail. But those dreams were nothing more than illusions—like a flower reflected in a mirror or the moon on the surface of the water—beautiful, but untouchable.