This kind of coldness and indifference made her feel waves of heartache and pain, as if a pair of large hands were ruthlessly stirring her heart, leaving her restless, and even breathing was painful.
"Matthew..." she called his name in pain and sorrow.
Why does he have to treat her like this?
She hadn't wanted to reach this point today, but she couldn't wait any longer.
She didn't know how long she would have to wait in this hopeless and indefinite situation.
Her patience had been worn away inch by inch over the past three years.
From the beginning, she had shown her love for him, probing again and again, clearly expressing her feelings.
She liked him; she was willing to be his woman, desired to marry him, to be his wife.
He was such a smart person; how could he not understand her feelings?
But he rejected her.
A year ago, on that night, when she despairingly decided to take a desperate gamble, quietly sneaking into his bed, he had pushed her away without hesitation.
