He did not question why I did not contact him. He knew very well how many times I called him that night. Unfortunately, there was no answer.
"It's okay if it's gone. The fact proves that you can't be a good mother."
Henry walked to the study room and closed the door skillfully.
Eight years of marriage, I did not know how many quarrels and disputes had occurred. It had been countless.
I was always be the one who apologized and solved the problems.
However, this time, Henry never heard the humble knock on the door.
Half an hour later, he opened the door and searched through the huge house, but he could not see my figure again.
***
I was Henry Quinton's first love.
No one could have imagined that a rich young man with excellent character and academic performance and a cold and handsome appearance, would fall in love with a non-mainstream female gangster who smoked and went to the club house all day long, Renata Miller.
My first encounter with him was not good. In the stinky alley filled with smoke, a top student was asked for money by a young man from society.
I, happened to be passing by and someone whistled at me.