Ronan Joyce wiped the blood from his face, propping himself up on a nearby table. He just stared at her, waiting for a word of concern, a caring glance, but all she did was laugh coldly. "Did you think you can just abandon people and then win them back whenever you please?"
He spoke, his voice weak. "I thought you still loved me. That night in Port Sterling, you kept crying out my name!"
"That night in Port Sterling? I was planning on hiring an escort anyway. I happened to run into a free one, so why wouldn't I enjoy myself?"
Her tone was casual, as if he had been nothing more than a passing stranger that night. But his face instantly turned deathly pale, a mixture of anger and pain.
With that, she turned and left, her expression cold, not lingering for even a second.
Behind her, Ronan Joyce finally lost his strength and collapsed to the floor.
'Just let me die like this. If I die, I won't have to bear this pain anymore.'
