Chapter 145 City Of Betrayal

• The rush hour had already commenced, and the cacophony of impatient car horns pierced the air, creating a staccato rhythm that starkly symbolized life's relentless march. Above, the nautical twilight painted the city's skies in its enchanting beauty, as captivating as the very first time I laid eyes on it.
• Nevertheless, my heart was empty.
• Paul had dressed me up in designer clothes, parading me as a mere trophy. Although I hadn't witnessed their kiss, I couldn't escape the vivid imagination of their lips meeting. Why else would his touch be so gentle? Her arms, wrapped around his neck, were an indelible image that needed no conjuring.