I turned to look at Alex, but he looked away, walking out with his eyes narrowed at someone approaching.
Instinctively, I followed his gaze, only to see Mr. and Mrs. Smith drawing near.
Mrs. Smith looked more sorrowful than ever as she clung to Alex's arm.
"Where's my daughter?" she asked, tugging on Alex, who bowed his head and, without a word, led them toward the ward.
I stood frozen. Reality hit me hard.
Had I really let a precious gem slip from my arms? Chasing shadows without knowing?
No. But how could she have lied to me throughout our two years together?
My legs dragged me toward a pillar, where I leaned for support. It was too much to bear in one day.
First, the heartbreak of realizing that no matter what I did, Alex still silenced me and went through with the marriage. Even when I planned to stop it, he still got his way, as always, the boss.
Hot, painful thoughts flooded in, bringing back memories of how they had humiliated me outside that hall.
