In the depths of her clear eyes, sorrow began to surface faintly; it was the deepest wound in the deepest part of her heart, enduring through the years, never having a day of healing.
She had once entrusted everything to him, gambling it all, recklessly, giving him everything.
But he deceived her.
Not only had he deceived her, he destroyed her.
In her whole life, she had never experienced anything more painful than the harm he caused her. She will never be able to forget those events—the crack at the bottom of her heart tormenting her day and night. The closer she got to him, the more her heart hurt. She no longer wanted to see Philip Shaw; she only wanted to live quietly in a place without him.
