The raindrops lashed against Nadine's face, stinging her skin. The pain resembled what she had felt on the night that she finally realized Brad didn't love her.
That night, she saw him holding Jean in his embrace, his gaze dripping with affection. He had never looked at her like that.
Before Jean entered the picture, Nadine had stubbornly believed that as long as she worked hard and treated Brad well enough, he'd eventually fall in love with her.
It wasn't until she saw him holding Jean that she finally understood he would never love her. No matter how much effort she put into their relationship, his heart belonged to Jean.
Men could easily separate love and sex. Even if they didn't love a woman, they could still have sex with them without hesitation.
But when they truly loved a woman, they wouldn't rush into physical intimacy. Only when love ran deep would they take that step.
Later, Nadine forced herself to let go of their relationship and chose divorce.
Who would've thought that she'd end up in bed with Brad again after so much had happened?
This was the part she couldn't forgive herself for. She had resolved never to get involved with this man again, yet here she was. All her previous efforts now seemed like a joke.
Looking up at the dull sky, she once again experienced heartbreak. Just as she willed herself to swallow back her tears, a large black umbrella appeared above her.
Brad's face came into view.
Nadine had left in such haste that she'd forgotten her phone. Worried that she might do something rash, Brad darted after her.
Realizing it had begun to rain, he grabbed an umbrella and searched the streets for her. As soon as he spotted her in the rain, he rushed over and held the umbrella over her.
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