Chapter 18: You’re the best
The more Fil thought about Vincent, his lies, and everything about him, the more Fil felt unforgiving. Every time he would contact her, all she could see was how laughable she was. Vincent, Marianne, and everyone who knew about her and their affair probably laughed their asses off whenever they see her.
She couldn't blame them, though.
Fil was a true laughingstock.
Someone who would jump in joy at the little effort Vincent would make; a woman who would blush every time he would tell her words of love, and run to him like a dog no matter what time of the day he needed her.
But now, it was clear as day that Vincent and Fil were on different pages in this relationship. While Fil would do anything for him, worship him like a god, Vincent had her at the last of his priorities. She would probably understand if he was busy, but she knew he didn't have any important appointments today. Yet, he was expecting her to appreciate bringing her food and medicines twelve hours after she said she was in pain?
Ridiculous.
Fil drove the rest of the journey, fuming in anger. But more than her anger toward Vincent, she was more disappointed in herself.
"So much for graduating with flying colors," she murmured as she stopped in the parking space near her apartment. "Tch."
Fil grabbed her things in irritation, grumbling to herself for going so low for a lowly man. Dignity? Who would have thought that one could lose their dignity without even losing their virginity? With how much of a slave she had become in the past years, she almost had no dignity left.
"What are medals for when you..." she trailed off as soon as she reached the third floor of the five-story apartment building. She lifted her gaze slowly, furrowing her brows upon seeing a figure standing near her front door.
Vincent.