Clarissa's POV:
The next morning, I came out of the house and broke down in my car. I think my sobs could be heard. My tears soaked my blouse.
I have an apartment. It belongs to me. My parents had given it to me as my wedding gift. Maybe they knew something like this would happen. Or not.
I stopped crying after some time and drove off. I'll need to find a job tomorrow morning. I reached the apartment and I only needed to put my clothes in the cabinet. Everything else was already there.
I cried again before I drifted off to sleep. I'll need to start fresh, but that doesn't mean I'll hate Ricardo or anything like that. We're just strangers now. It hurts just thinking about him. I hope he's happy.
The next morning, I got up early and searched for jobs on Google. I found just the right
