Rainie's POV
I couldn't stand any longer; those beautiful high heels were simply not made for walking.
My calves began to cramp from standing for so long, so I leaned against the wall and took slow, careful steps to find a relatively quiet spot to sit.
I clenched my fists, thinking about the words that Alexander had pointed at me before he left. It was chilling and terrifying, practically an unspoken "you're done for." Had he already called my father? How could my father endure such a blow? His wife became a mistress, his daughter became a mistress, and my father, who was handsome, talented, and kind, how could he be so unfortunate?
I stared blankly at the gemstone bracelet on my wrist, beneath which hid the scars that seemed to be throbbing again. My misfortune, even if I died a hun
