It should not be hard to make an apology, yet Frederic thought it was quite challenging.
He had never apologized to anyone before. But now, he was holding Joey, murmuring those words over and over again.
It was as if repeating them would make her forgive him.
At that moment, Joey's heart ached as if it was being torn apart.
The chasm between her and Frederic was too vast, not something a few apologies could bridge.
If he had trusted her and loved her even a little, they wouldn't have ended up like this.
She could never forget how Frederic ignored her when she was lying in a pool of blood, how he treated her like a sugar baby, a mere pet, and the heartless words he spoke at the brink of her life and death.
Her seven years of deep love were trampled mercilessly.
Joey's hands, hanging
