The moment she stormed out and slammed the door, Amelia Avery's tears began to stream down her face against her will.
Sometimes, even she didn't understand why she had fallen for Cassian Jennings—or how she had stayed in love with him for so many years.
'A man like him... I know I shouldn't love him, but I just do...'
She pulled a cigarette from her pocket, lit it, and took a long, slow drag.
On the balcony, Cassian Jennings watched her retreating figure. A sharp pang of pain shot through his heart, yet a scornful smile curved his lips.
'She's always so extreme. She never listens to my explanations and never even gives me a chance to offer one.'
After leaving Cassian Jennings's apartment, Amelia Avery just kept walking down the main road. She didn't know where she was going, or where she could possibly belong now.
Before, whenever Cassian Jennings hurt her, she could go home or turn to Leo Joyce. But now, she couldn't go home, and she couldn't go to Leo Joyce either...
