Monique searched for Louise’s slim figure in the crowd anxiously. The dance floor was filled with people and Monique still could not find her.
She got off the bar stool carefully and walked a few steps forward. She noticed Louise had been pushed toward the center of the dance floor.
When she was about to turn around, a familiar tall figure across the dance floor caught her eyes.
Monique saw Henry’s charming face illuminated by the neon lights.
His expression was unreadable, and there were two pretty ladies sitting beside him.
One of them was feeding him while the other was trying to serve him a glass of wine.
The lights dimmed shortly after and her vision was blocked by the crowd on the dance floor.
She wondered why she could recognize him with one look among the sea of people.
Was he the one that the girl referred to as ‘Hen’?
Monique’s heart ached even more.
He probably would cast her aside if he had other women. Was this not what she had always wanted?
Why was her chest hurting so much? Why did she feel dejected?
She hated herself so much that she wanted to strangle herself to death.
She needed to stand strong on her ground.
Monique felt as though her heart was entangled with an invisible silk thread. She could feel it tightening around her heart painfully.
She called Louise on her phone, wanting to ask her to leave this place.
She had lost the capacity to think and was so exhausted; she just wanted to head home and sleep.
Louise did not pick up her phone. Monique tried several times more but it did not go through.
She wanted to go in and find Louise, but she did not have the courage to do so. She was afraid to see him, or even worse, what if Henry saw her?
She called Louise once more but she still did not pick up.
She sent Louise a message, [Louise, I’m not feeling very well. I’m going back now. Please come back when you see this. Take care, and stay safe.]
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